‘Can I get you anything?’ he asked. ‘A cup of tea?’
‘No, thank you.’
Reid found himself sipping gingerly at a cup of tea a few minutes later. He thought: I just won’t finish it. That’s all.
But the conversation was good and when he next looked down, the cup was dry and scattered with black.
He sighed dramatically.
‘Is something wrong?’
‘No,’ he said, setting aside his cup and its heart-shaped residue. ‘Are you, um, doing anything later?’
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Some loves transcend death, and so it was Lola.
Every day, she waited in the window for her human, her tail clacking against the windowsill.
When she heard a car pull up, she would clatter down from the sill, then run for the front door with a sound like a dull xylophone.
She would greet them by twining her ribcage around their legs.
And when she settled on their lap, she would knead a little too spikily, but in a different way than she had in life.
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The cat turned its back to him and started grooming. After a pause, he pinched the end of its tail.
It hissed and spun, swiping at the empty air where his hand had been.
He looked guiltily at his mentor.
‘Tail pulling is not an appropriate human behaviour.’
He sulked and crossed his arms. ‘Tail pulling is not an appropriate human behaviour.’
‘Neither is mimicry.’
He groaned and flopped back on the ground. ‘Can I go back to being a crow now?’
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When her mother cut down the green jelly beast, she’d watched its remains ooze into the earth.
‘Keep back,’ her mother warned.
But later, when a small chunk of green bounced toward her through the grass, she tossed it a strip of bread and watched it absorb it hungrily.
When she built up the courage to touch it, it didn’t burn as she feared; it was cool, and purred slimily at her touch.
One day she would be infamous for her (mostly) tame Gelatinous Cube.
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‘We await your response by sparrow?’ I murmured, reading the letter again. Something about destiny, the fate of many, and ‘answering the call’ …
I turned it over and looked at the wax seal, now broken; it looked like a penny had been pressed into the wax.
The letter weighed on my mind, however. When I left for work the next morning, I stopped by the gently chittering hedge on the street.
A little brown head poked through the leaves, followed by four more.
They stared at me with their button-black eyes, then launched into the air in a cheeping flock.… Read more
The fox’s fur shimmered in the streetlights — not copper, but gold. Its disconcertingly blue eyes were fixed on his face. Its tail swept aside, revealing a bracelet of golden stars and heart gemstones.
‘Where did you get this?’ he asked. He should go home but there was something about the bracelet …
He picked it up and clasped it around his wrist. It fit perfectly, strangely warm against his skin.
He held it up to catch the light.
‘Finally!’ The fox sighed.
His eyes flew to the fox. ‘Holy shit –‘ Before he could fully register his shock, the wind picked up.… Read more
There’s a crackle of electricity as you look up from your phone. Just as you realise it’s coming from your computer, something bursts from the screen in a flash of light and trailing lightning.
It lands with a plop on your desk. It’s a frog, lit up from inside like a firefly. It blinks at you slowly, first one eye and then the other.
Before you can move, it leaps again, this time vanishing with a hum and snap into your speakers. It emerges again a moment later.
You hold out your phone. It ribbits, chest bobbing, then leaps for you.… Read more
They stretched and turned over in bed as sunlight streamed through the window. It was surprisingly luxuriant.
They opened their eyes and saw not hands but furry paws at the end of tabby-striped arms.
Startled, they rolled to their paws and took a quick inventory — their human body was gone, replaced by this unfamiliar feline form.
This should probably be cause for panic but … they were *extremely* comfortable. They circled twice, curled up, and went back to sleep.
Better than waking up a bug. Better than waking up a human!
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‘It’s just a pigeon,’ said the girl. ‘Let it die.’
The boy lifted it with gentle hands. It was too weak to struggle. He could feel its heartbeat against his fingertips. ‘It just needs help, that’s all.’
He nursed it day and night. Warmed it by a lamp, cleaned its wounds. Fed it from his hand. Every day it grew stronger. And larger.
After a week, it was the size of a cat. A month, a dog. It gazed at him with adoring eyes. And one day, it would carry him into the sky.
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