the evidence speaks

Apricot pits all over the kitchen floor.

Apricots missing from the fruit bowl.

Seaners mysteriously not starving.

Banana peel on the floor.

...

You know? Somehow I think he took care of breakfast himself.

because i also have a day job

dear self:

You do not get involved in fandom drama.

Because you know better.

Even if the oversight is both idiotic and big enough to drive a sizeable planet through.

Yes, even then.

Walk away clean, just ... walk away clean.

Love,

The part of your brain that likes peace and quiet

compound interest (a tale in one hundred words)

At the bottom of the closet Janice found a library book, one with a cracked spine and a coating of dust.

"The Brave Little Duckling." was the title.

The librarians sweated ice and mothballs and scowled at her from behind their ancient date-due stamp.

"You'll have to pay the fine." they said, and their voices creaked and echoed as if through a long tunnel of water.

A dull, thudding echo - card catalogue drawers - a scream - and the slow spatter of dripping blood.

Janice learned to live without a left hand. And after that, her books were always on time.

twits

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