things clear. I have long felt that there was more than random chance
life. Flies being spontaneously created in manure heaps. Because no
A union of convenience, Mata said. Many years ago our foremothers
That was when I felt the cold tongs grab tight to my chest, squeezing
was most pleased to see that my hairy red friend had a bandaged skull
last song sung. Thank you, thank you.
be heard over the roar of voices.
and lighting she extended her lovely arms to the audience and sang:
We shuffled forward slowly and stopped again when a man appeared in
He placed a small recorder on the table, stepped back. The green