io9 is proud to present fiction fromLIGHTSPEED MAGAZINE . Once a calendar month , we feature a story from LIGHTSPEED ’s current issue . This calendar month ’s survival of the fittest is “ The Waking Sleep of a Seething Wound ” by dave ring . Enjoy !
THE WAKING SLEEP OF A SEETHING WOUNDby dave ring
Dawn shoot a quivering of cirrus that smear like sunscreen across the sky . Bini had been alive for minute , back aching . She was too former for this shit . Mox still slept like the stagnant , her saw wood a regular wheeze .
Hard to imagine Bini had once slept beside that interference every night .
She should wake Mox up , but there did n’t seem any impairment in pushing the snooze push button a little while longer . Until movement finally flutter through the streaky bay windows below them . Bini peered through the rifle ’s background to observe the granger putting the kettleful on . It took all Bini ’s grit not to pull out the induction .
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Bini nudged Mox and gently covered her sassing when the other woman would have trounce her . “ He ’s up . ”
Professionalism replaced annoyance . “ Slide over . ”
Bini moved apart without protest . Mox was by far the sound shot . And letting her look into the ambit for a gruelling thirty endorsement gave Bini a chance to consider the pale brown isthmus of skin on Mox ’s finger .
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“ We good ? ” Mox asked .
“ We ’re good . ”
“ Aight . I ’ll be on channel five . ”
Bini signaled an affirmatory and begin her descent .
Every operative in the cabal had a rating handwritten in the top left corner of the first page in their file , opposite the crappy pass exposure they take during preference . The military rating stood for their aptitude at interacting with SAPPhO , the subatomic speck form order . Operatives just prognosticate it the vacuum . The first part of the military rank was a number between 0 and 100 . The 2d part was a letter .
The phone number show how well the private detective could enter the void . The letter indicated how well they manipulate it . Mox ’s SAPPhO was 45A. Bini ’s was 99C. No one else had a number military rank over an 84 . Most people could only dip into the nothingness for as long as they could hold their breathing place underwater . Bini ’s platter was a half hour . usually the cabal did n’t rent you into the field without at least a vitamin B complex cert , but it was hard to argue with that 99 . Sometimes you needed a badly aimed bazooka more than a marksman .
Weirdly enough , all of the conspiracy ’s voidwalkers were cleaning woman . Not everyone was a lesbian , but enough were that the acronym feel like one more model of the corporatization of Pride . They also were n’t all Ci — confirm when Mox was cleared for the spinal augmentation routine — though Bini had been disappointed when she realized there were no nonbinary operatives . It made her doubt the part of herself that had always felt uneasy with womanhood . “ I ’m barely a girl , ” she used to say , and feminine honorifics still made her peel creep . But it was hard to argue with a sexuality - unite capacity to slew into the outer space between atoms the way origin slides into the gaps between floorboards .
Some Job were like obliterate deer with a chain saw , or shucking maize with a mallet . This was one of them . Two of the farmer ’s knuckles were on the floor and Bini already had blood coagulating in her eyelashes , but the dumb fuck still was n’t saying shit . perhaps she was losing her cutaneous senses .
William Harvey on the dials plus Mox in her ear and thing feel like honest-to-goodness fourth dimension . Bini was hear yeah but really she was thinking about that night they struggle at the mall food court . Before the first rip , before they opened things up . Back when it was just them . When Mox had the nerve , in the midsection of those cheese steaks , to secern Bini she “ never really let her in . ”
By the sentence Bini skinned her genu on the fount in the middle of the mall , she realized the whole thing between her and Mox was bed . Mox needed someone to make her feel require . But Bini had spent her whole biography learn how to be enough . All by herself .
Now it was fifteen years since they ’d done a job together . Getting rend in for this one felt like the skillful parts of being get hitched with , without all the noise .
For the seven years they were together , Mox tried to set up their marriage with counseling , crystals , and a short least sandpiper as a very uneven polyamorous trio . That moment of uncloudedness underneath the mall ’s fluorescent firing did n’t matter , because Bini maintain it to herself . She never find a way of life to share it in a way that would n’t feel like a betrayal . Still , she take a band about herself during those old age — about communication and harm and being 1 — and as soon as the faction find big enough to have a 2d section , Mox pull out the jade and moved to Phoenix . It was the right affair to do , but when Bini told her that , the logic of it made Mox shut down .
Eventually , they ’d been apart almost twice as long as they ’d been together . Mox ’s newfangled married woman Freddie was a bassist in a goth cover band and nothing made Bini more gullible with envy than seeing the video recording Mox take up stand at the animal foot of the stage at Freddie ’s shows .
Once , late at dark , Bini must have see one of those videos more than a hundred times , entranced by the friction of fret and string alongside the snatch of Freddie ’s backdrop vocal , Mox swinge along from behind the camera . The next day she had scores of notification . Bini ’s fingers must have dragged across the keyboard , posting a string of kjnsddjjkjsdnkj beneath the television . Same lady friend , same , read the first comment , while a slobber emoji mark the 2d and the third .
And as Bini madly seek to cypher out how to blue-pencil her billet , a small whitened box appear on her covert . Mox had snap the heart push beside her commentary . Bini could n’t suffer to delete it , that shred of connection a wispy blowball seed floating across the vast emptiness of the cyberspace .
“ That almost work , ” Bini tell Mox on the comm . “ It was almost normal . I guess I should n’t have been afraid that — ”
“ You wanna know what your fucking problem is ? ”
Bini grunted . She was n’t falling for that .
“ I ’ll tell you what your fucking problem is . ”
Bini recognize Mox was punctuating each word with a nail - bitten finger . Harvey coughed on the line but Mox did n’t acknowledge him . “ There ’s no such affair as normal . And if there was , I do n’t want us to be almost normal . I need you to be a seethe wound , because that ’s what you are . ”
“ I ’m gon na get off this channel , ” Harvey said . “ Good oeuvre , Bini . Nice having you on the team again . ”
Mox and Bini catch one’s breath back and forth at each other until Mox spelunk first . “ Well shit . Look what you go and did . Now Harvey is gon na be on my ass about bringing you back . ”
Bini sniffed . “ I have boots more emotionally untroubled than that boy . ”
“ You ’re not wrong . ” Mox laughed . “ But that son is in his former 30 now , old girl . ”
Bini almost did n’t mind being called a girlfriend when the word was in Mox ’s oral cavity . But she grimaced in disbelief . “ No way . I think of his first Book of Job , when he make — ”
“ That ’s what I ’m saying , Bini . That was seventeen age ago . Since then we’ve — oh . ” Something grind in Bini ’s ear , like an egg breaking on the sidewalk . Mox ’s representative dropped twenty dB . “ We ’ve been made . Sniper , half in the void . 14th floor , against the glare . I ’ll hang a thread . ”
“ Mox ? ”
But she was gone .
For Bini , the void had always been a hot butch at the bottom of a precipice looking up like she was gon na walk all over her . But there were no rewards for her i d today . hear that silence , knowing that Mox was dead , dropped Bini powerful in . She skated through wall on fractal waves and did n’t even record the visible horizon shift when her metrical unit rocked Bini perpendicular up the edifice opposite Mox ’s screen .
Even when the sniper was dealt with , the orbital Earth’s surface of her skull crumpled in Bini ’s hands like a used tissue paper , Bini stayed in the void . She encounter the train of thought Mox had string up on the slug , and used it to zipline between the two skyscrapers , flinging herself towards this incipient grief , hatred construction in her like a flack . Bini hated that sniper , she hated whoever gear up up the Fannie Merritt Farmer , she hat the idea of having to tell Freddie to her face what had happened . Bini hat see Harvey like this — he’d already made it back to the blind , saltiness make tracks down his cheeks .
She ’d oblige him in a second . When she was quick .
When you go in the nothingness , you leave behind a thin , empty replication . A sketch . The echo of a person was n’t much . It ’s a atomic number 10 mirage with a reprehensible half - life story . Mox ’s was on the ground , still blanket - eyed and annoyed at being off , eyebrows raising and lowering like a gif .
Bini laid down beside Mox ’s staticky synopsis , even though she might as well have been holding psychic sandpaper . The prickly secretiveness between them made things almost like it used to be . Just one more minute , she tell herself .
Just one more mo .
dave ring is a queer writer of wondering fabrication living in Washington , DC . He is the writer of The Hidden Ones ( 2021 , Rebel Satori Press ) and legion short news report . He is also the publishing firm and finagle editor program of Neon Hemlock Press , and the co - editor of Baffling Magazine . chance him on-line atdave - ring.comor@slickhopon Twitter .
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