by Lucreace
"One of his string arms curled around the base of her spine . . . "
"One of his string arms ... "?
He's a puppet?
A toy?
I haven't finished reading this yet, so . . .
you've no idea what I'm doing . . . "
She said to him.
"You couldn't possibly have. It's your mind that made that conclusion."
She felt tenderness (and a little pity) for him.
She was always, at least, one step ahead of him.