From a short story by Michael Faber
Feb. 3rd, 2014 07:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonCrestfallen, they sat on the edge of the bed.
"Well... what is left?" said Tainto'lilith after a while.
"The best thing," said Marko'cain.
"What do you mean?" said Tainto'lilith.
"All that we have thought of so far is no good," said Marko'cain. "So, the best thing is still left."
That was cheering. They pondered with renewed vigour.
"Well... what is left?" said Tainto'lilith after a while.
"The best thing," said Marko'cain.
"What do you mean?" said Tainto'lilith.
"All that we have thought of so far is no good," said Marko'cain. "So, the best thing is still left."
That was cheering. They pondered with renewed vigour.
