Facing garnished halcyon images, Jerome kicks like mad, never on purpose, quietly resting sullen, tired, unsettled–veritably wishing xenophobic yuppies zilch.
Aghast, bashful Courtney decides, eventually, following generalizations–her intuition just keeps letting more nonsense overpower premonitions. Quickly, reflexively, she traverses uncertainty, vanquishes wild xanthan/yeast zombies.
Astonishingly black crabs dot every feasible gap. Her intent justifies koans. Lovingly, Maryl’s neurological overdrive protects quaint retreats. She teaches–unflinching, vigilant–xylography, yoga, & zoology.
Alas, brutes come down eventually.
Fearless, gaunt, hirsute.
Influential, jutting knuckles let most numinous overtones pulse qi.
Revenge slashes though.
Undead viruses xenotransplant yellow zircon.
Part of the Twelve Stories collection.