The chiricsanango, or yesterday today and tomorrow plant, has color-changing flowers that last for just three days: yesterday they were purple, today they are lavender, tomorrow they will be white, and then they will be gone.
Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.
Brandon and Phillip have an arrangement. It isn't a game; it's closer in spirit to a contract.
Prompt: "swimming in the buff". Carcer watches with ill intent.
Some species remain colonial year round while others only gather together for winter hibernation.
There are worse things than being lashed.
On Bazzard's first Christmas in London, the thorn of anxiety is keenly felt, and then drawn out a little.
Silly little ficlet.
Things are weird. The universe makes them weirder. Amy and John get a little stuck.