Reksh

1. Marlo had never enjoyed a party. He enjoyed pretending he was an explorer, a fisherman, sometime a lone mountain goat. He enjoyed pressing his fingertips to inanimate objects feeling his pulse bounce off their plastic suits, like they had their own heartbeat. Sometimes he would stroll those same fingertips along the floor, picking up stray lint in imitation of a dung beetle he saw in a documentary once. Though the other children ignored him, he liked it better that way – quietly observing the folds of their clothing that made shapes like hillsides. 2. Francine knew time was the key to knowing everything. She loved to w