The Sacramentum
She opened her mouth.
She opened her mouth.
A thousand years. Still going.
The steam wand hisses.
Mirror. Signal. Breathe.
Vanilla musk. She never changes.
Lucy trembled…
“I’d love to, babe, but my phone’s just about out of juice!
The white line on the highway blurred and steadied.
Water dripped from high above.
“Sky Captain,” said Willem.
“I know what you did,” said the voice and hung up.
Detective Arnie Chalmers dropped his finished cigarette to the asphalt, ground it with his heel, and waited for his partner to catch up.