Crackers

When someone you’ve had sex with hundreds of times compares you to a flimsy, transparent mechanism made for stopping insects, you have to examine yourself.

It was hairless and white, without visible scarring. It looked like there had never been an arm there at all, as if this were just a different way for a body to be constructed. It possessed a peaceful aura, Quinn thought.

After hours of interrogation, she erupted, screaming, filled with massive tears, “I was in the forest, I swear it, talking to the mist. Father, you must believe me!” She explained to him that there is a place deep within the…