Masterpiece: adventuresome lesbians. Don’t tell mother.

Fiction, unread: even my suicide notes.

Outside the dome, the sky was vivid blue against the red-orange soil, two stripes of color that mixed on contact, where the dust was blown up into the sky. Alice stared up into the endless, brilliant blue, mesmerized. The wind ripped her laughter from her lips. She opened her arms to it, letting it pelt her with the dust. “Alice!” The faraway voice just barely penetrated the sound of rushing wind that filled her ears. “Alice Feesam!” She closed her eyes against the bright sky, took a deep gul...

and -- we've fallen tangled with each other up side down on the stairs bruised -- breathless -- laughing --

INT. HALLWAY, ARTEMIS AND DIANA'S HOUSE -- EARLY MORNING A series of black-framed photographs hanging on the wall of the hallways show two black-haired girls as they get older and older. In the baby photos, held by beaming mom and dad, they are indistinguishable. As they progress through toddlerhood, they wear different colors of the same outfit, but, happily cuddling, continue to look like two copies of the same little cherubim. Moving down the hallway through the more recent photographs, th...

and – how strange! – we’ve fallen tangled in each other, up side down sprawled at the bottom of the staircase bruised – breathless – laughing –

and – how strange! – we’ve fallen – tangled in each other – up side down – sprawled out at the bottom of the staircase bruised – breathless – laughing –