Unnamed Journal Volume 3, Issue 2 - Page 60

“I’m kidding, Nehra. The fact that you’re an alien fugitive isn’t really a problem for me,” he said smiling and sitting up to put his arm around her. “But I meant all that other stuff.” She grinned at him and then was suddenly on top of him. “How do you move so fast?” “I don’t really think about it. It just happens,” Nehra said, shark-grin in place. “You don't have anywhere you have to be for a little while, right?” She shook her head. “There is a god!” “A what?” “Never mind,” Ulysses said with a wave. They kissed with ferocity and fumbled out of their clothes. + + + “Tell me this, Nehra: are they coming for you? Your people and their parasites?” “Probably,” she said, “the hyssopshebolith are very meticulous about eliminating threats to their existence and pursuing benefits to it.” “Do you think they’re already here?” She turned away on her side, wrapped in the sweat-soaked sheet. Ulysses adjusted to lay behind her, spooning Nehra and stroking her hair. She was still for several minutes. “Yes," she said. "I saw them the other night." "Where?" "When we were looking at the stars." UJ