Read by Tom Sawyer
Like greasy algae they say, like the shock of the new – and we say, no, and, that can’t be true. Like a thousand fine tentacles caressing your most sensitive parts they say, and we blush because we find it awkward that the tadpoles should say such things – and we stare up into the sky until the sun burns our eyes. It’s like having space and no space at the same time they say, and wiggle their little tails at us knowingly, like we should know what they mean – but we don’t – we don’t know what they mean and we think it is beginning to show on our faces.
If you would like to read the rest of this story, please check out Weird Lies, the recent Arachne Press anthology in which it, and many other fantastical stories from the League archives, appears.
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