Little Children, Do Not Play With Fire

February 09, 2014  •  Leave a Comment
I turned the corner and walked past him, but I still didn’t see him--took a while for my brain to recognize a man. But when I finally saw, my heart bled through my eyes and nearly died. My steps slowed as the world turned silent, but I could hear my beating heart louder than ever. It gasped between cries...

 

Little Children, Do Not Play With Fire, by Dean Chiang, XyclopxLittle Children, Do Not Play With FireI turned the corner and walked past him, but I still didn’t see him--took a while for my brain to recognize a man. But when I finally saw, my heart bled through my eyes and nearly died. My steps slowed as the world turned silent, but I could hear my beating heart louder than ever. It gasped between cries. I turned about and found myself before him once more, with an Angel’s moist and unsure hands tightening around my own.

 

...I turned about and found myself before him once more, with an Angel’s moist and unsure hands tightening around my own.

 


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