Fugues Fiction Archive

“Only he sees the signs. From the muted terror of the first night, she knows it’s started again, and the terror only grows. Of course, she never tells him. This is the way she is. But he knows, from less smiles and clouded eyes. He knows, from her tone of voice, from the way she touches him. Even the way she eats ice cream is a sure sign. He watches her do this, every day. During good times, she turns the spoon upside down to savour the taste. In the bad times, she barely notices she’s eating. Her lack of interest in what she usually takes pleasure in, yes; this is the surest sign of all.” Rated R. (9 K)

Oracle, “IT IS”