As I dive between the legs of a big Gunnar, I see Mair wind up and slam her shockstick hard as she can between the V of another guyโs thighs. Falling, he makes a noise that I canโt say Iโve heard a human utter before, sort of like I imagine a puppy would sound being put through a juicer.
Ann AguirreI think people can be trusted to know what makes them unhappy. Maybe we don't always know what we want exactly, but we can usually say what we don't with a fair amount of specificity.
Ann AguirreSometimes when you meet someone, thereโs a click. I donโt believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition.
Ann AguirreThey say funerals are not for the dead but for the living. Those rites are what permit you to move on, so if you don't deal with the remains, you can never deal with the memories. That might be true; we may have walked in their dust down on Venice Minor, but it's not the same as a proper good-bye.
Ann AguirreIโm not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Iโve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but thereโs still so much more to see. I doubt Iโll ever cure this wanderlust, and Iโm content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... Heโs never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.
Ann Aguirre