Stina Leicht

Themselves. Death. The void. That which is strange to them—

“I didn’t mean on a philosophical level,” Paulie whispered, rolling her eyes.

I used to care.

This city wears upon one’s soul like a steel file on soapstone.

Rosie asked, “And how exactly did he—significant pause—leave?”

Angel looked away. “The same way he arrived. Through my bedroom window.”

Angel asked, “Then how is it he’s an ex?”

A sly expression passed over Lou’s wholesome face. “Because sneaking around is sexy.”

“Seriously?” Enid asked. “Why would you put each other through that?”

“We like sex games,” Lou said. “Cop and criminal. Horse and rider. You know