J.R. Blackwell (blackwell) wrote,
J.R. Blackwell

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The suns rotate around each other, red over yellow, yellow over red, and Sharra’s skin sheds again. Yet again, she had refused to mate. He hasn’t had a single sexual encounter during the last sun rotation and her body knows. It thinks it has failed her. So she molts her body trying another shape to attract mates. The process is painful. She stays at home for days, picking at her skin, nursing new limbs out of their hard shells. When it’s over, her sweat glands open and her scent hangs heavy in the hot air. Males sniff in the streets, noses veiled, but twitching as she walks by. She smells like copulation, like love.

This is the opening of my story "Molt" , which is live today on 365 Tomorrows. You can read the whole thing here: http://www.365tomorrows.com/01/11/molt/
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