We woke up with our faces covered in blood and bite marks and with all these demons flying around. I went kind of nuts, shouted, “What the fuck?!” She stumbled out of bed and then dropped down on her knees and gradually disappeared. Feeling her heart under my hand would have been the thing to do. It would have been like raising a vessel full of gold coins from the bottom of the sea. Instead, I just stood there, vulnerable in a way particular to men who are naked but wearing shoes.

Howie Good

Howie Good is the author of three recent collections, I'm Not a Robot from Tolsun Books, A Room at the Heartbreak Hotel, winner from Analog Submission Press and The Titanic Sails at Dawn from Alien Buddha Press.