Miguel Morales

She told him she economized.
“Getting to the you of you,” she said.
Her precepts hinged on bonding and secret breaths. It was all made right by cycle.
Lee Seymour brought his wife and she had to let them go.
“You forced me,” she told her.
I liked the Seymours. They were haunched people, wide-toothed, forgivable. I thought they would keep.

Miguel Morales wants to kick cans with you. You can find his other stuff at JMWW, We Are Champion, Thieves Jargon, and Tarpaulin Sky.