“Captain’s log…we are passing through the waterfalls of Zarqlok.” Meena placed a finger on an empty space on the dashboard console, pretending to press a button. A cascade of soapy water passed over the front hood of our car.
“Of what-lock?” I asked.
She glanced over at me, then faced forward again. “D.A.D. unit appears to be malfunctioning.”
Read More Car Wash to the Cosmos“I know what it looks like to most, but he’s actually quite friendly.”
The woman named Irina laughed and tipped her head toward the toddler picking dehydrated marshmallows out of his cereal. “I could say the same for him.”
She glanced down at Angel, who lowered his head and kept his mouth closed, trying to appear as harmless as was possible for him. Angel was born of a dog, but he was…different.
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