Heads up: I THINK I’LL BE IN EUREKA TONIGHT (RIDING DOWN WITH NICK), for anyone with some free time in the evening.
I didn’t make it to Twilight Tales, last night, as I had hoped. I was going to read a bunch of short-short fiction, including this new one:
She saw the hair on my palms.
“I guess I get lonely a lot,” I said in a chuckle, trying to make it a joke. “It’s not easy being a guy, you know?”
Her smile shifted into a scowl, sudden and unnecessarily mean.
“Try being a woman,” she snapped, voice full of hormones. “Monthly cycles of pain, blood, and moodiness. You don’t know.”
“But I do!” I growled and she shrank back and she knew that I knew and I felt my hair thicken and my skin crawl and the moon cycle and my monthly dose of pain, blood, and moodiness.