June 2025

The door clicked shut. For a moment, as I looked down the barrel of a gun, the air felt as stale as that parkade where I’d encountered Squish. I fought the urge to move or Shape antlers. Who knew how itchy his trigger finger was? Vanessa, AJ, and Zola watched with alarm on their faces. […]

AJ in his red hoodie appeared on the balcony and he deftly climbed over the side and dropped on top of a dumpster and then to the ground. He made sure his hood was on and then stuffed his hands into his pockets and approached Nell and I. “Hey Peep,” I said. “This is Nell,