[PSI-1] Soup smacked open the back door without checking to see if anyone was behind it. He grinned. “Hi, Miss Hyacinth!” She paused with a…
[PSI-2] For some reason, he found himself getting off the bus at the stop nearest Hyacinth’s house and walking the rest of the way. He…
[PSI-1] “That is literally the stupidest thing I have ever heard,” Soup said, stabbing the air with his cigarette. “How dumb are actors?” He was…
PSI-2 Sanaam appeared in the kitchen on Tiw’s Day morning, clutching a package of cold cuts. “I told your mother I was going to help…
PSI-3 It had knocked over the kitchen trash can and eaten most of the bloody butcher paper from last night’s pork roast. It was currently…
PSI-5 Seth was talking again, but very soft. It took a few repetitions for her to get it: “Worthless person, worthless person, worthless, worthless…” “Hey.”…
PSI-3 The opaque gray shade in the basement doorway was displaying a message: PRIVACY, PLEASE, which Erik had seen on the locks of some of…
PSI-3 Soup burst into the kitchen via the back door — the kid with the red bow tie and chequered cap, not the meal you…
PSI-2 The streets were misty, but not rainy. Spring was like that in San Rosille, vacillating between wet and balmy like a romantic poem. Shall…
PSI-1 The morning of the twelfth, Ann went out first thing to purchase pastries. This would not overtax the kitchen, the dishes, or Mordecai, all…