She gazed up at the clock. “He comes out for me because he wants to. We talk; I tell him things. Of course, I’d like to have him upstairs in my room, but it wouldn’t be right.”
Category: Short Story
Beyond Lies the Wub by Philip K. Dick
The wub watched him. Presently it padded out of the room, edging past the Captain. It went down the hall, deep in meditation.
2 B R 0 2 B by Kurt Vonnegut
The woman had a lot of facial hair—an unmistakable mustache, in fact. A curious thing about gas-chamber hostesses was that, no matter how lovely and feminine they were when recruited, they all sprouted mustaches within five years or so.