David White stared at me, his expression one of initial shock wearing toward unwilling acceptance. Watching him make up his mind was an exercise in patience, but also a participation in entertainment. I waited for him to move. Movement meant life. Movement meant...
My partner, David, was likely fast asleep in the room we shared, a hundred and fifty feet up from where I played with and inside my ocean. I could not use the lobby, the elevators, or even the stairs to reach that room as the body lying on the far shore would bring an...
We flew on toward the night, the oval porthole set into the curved fuselage of the plane allowing for direct view now that the craft was turned toward the west and the sun wasn’t dancing all over the plexiglass, making everything outside look like it was covered in...