Love, That Hungry Thing
ShortStory 3,243 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"Sister," pants the white fox as it dangles upside-down from the railing, its tail like a question mark, its grin like something the devil had won from Saint Peter. “You’re getting soft.” I pinch my midriff and shrug, winking an eye. “I’ve been busy.” “No, no, no.” It chortles, all teeth and the sly red hint of a tongue. The parent-god themself speaks only in keigo, but their messengers won’t abide such formality.
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violence
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