Still
Let the phone tell the truth when your mouth can’t.
Let the phone tell the truth when your mouth can’t.
She opened her mouth.
A thousand years. Still going.
The steam wand hisses.
Mirror. Signal. Breathe.
Vanilla musk. She never changes.
Lucy trembled…
“I’d love to, babe, but my phone’s just about out of juice!
The white line on the highway blurred and steadied.
Water dripped from high above.
“Sky Captain,” said Willem.
“I know what you did,” said the voice and hung up.