Amanda le Bas de Plumetot

How can his grass grow so quick? Stacey reckons he’s feeding it steroids. I picture the blades of his grass with razor edges, venus flytraps with steel spring jaws.

A man falls from the sky.

It is morning and the air is clear. The sun’s up, but there’s no heat in it yet, the day’s creation of weather has not yet begun. No convection current or desert wi…

She wanted it again. Like syrup thick and heavy on her tongue, sweet cream and smooth down her throat.

Outside, she was silver, her step soft as a cat’s, her eyes starlight. She could smell …