by Nijiiro Sumi (虹色 墨)
illustrated by olukemi
Ryan’s phone played that chirp-chirp-beep-chirp that meant he had a text message. He groaned, thought about ignoring it, then finally decided it might be important enough to grope around on the floor for, given that it was actually reasonably late at night. The guy between his legs grumbled. Ryan muttered “sorry” and flipped open his phone. The message was from Alma and said only: i need to talk
Well, fuck, what was that supposed to mean? Ryan was kind of in the middle of something here, and if it was really important, she would have just called, right? But it was kinda late, and Alma was generally not a very demanding friend, and that text message had been pretty cryptic and even ominous.