[Arthur]
After Queenie left, I wasn’t expecting anyone else to come through that door so soon.
To be fair, she didn’t actually use the door when she entered.
Sitting here in my bed, stunned at how Queenie took pleasure in my situation, a blackness forms in the space that should be my door. The darkness expands, like a large mouth opening. I see a figure running towards me, first small, and then bigger and bigger. A blur of red rushes towards me and then there she is. Standing in front of me, breathing hard and shedding shadows is Faye. Faye Archer. My girlfriend. My fate.
She found me.
And before I could even say “hi” she is on top of me, holding me, kissing me. I moan as her lips explore every inch of my face, my neck, my chest. Catching her lips with my own I try to reach up to hol
