The woods shadowed by Nantai mountain hung heavy with a stillness, all of nature's consorts held in a breathless trance.
Lips bloody and his right eye puckering shut, the boy curled in the mud, his sobs raw and free.
Life as a unicellular organism is hard. No, not hard, that's wrong — it suggests rigidity, and there's nothing more flexible, more freeing, than being so blessed with a Eukaryotic encasement of gelatinous membrane.
Marla left her apartment in a hurry, the door slamming shut behind her, her eyes underlined with tear-smudged mascara.