FLOPPER
“Some were little more than humping globs.”
“Not Storch or his mother, but things that crept and crawled and could not speak. Floppers. Some came and went and passed him by but others hung and hugged him like lonely lost children, what arms they bore wrapped round his legs or waist. They were clammy and soft and stunk of trash fires and mold…and when they touched him they shared their thoughts, or at least their sight.”
“They bobbed and quivered as if pumped with anticipation. Some lacked a limb or two while others bore more than could be normal or good.”
Scott Nicolay, Tuckahoe
“Some were little more than humping globs.”
“Not Storch or his mother, but things that crept and crawled and could not speak. Floppers. Some came and went and passed him by but others hung and hugged him like lonely lost children, what arms they bore wrapped round his legs or waist. They were clammy and soft and stunk of trash fires and mold…and when they touched him they shared their thoughts, or at least their sight.”
“They bobbed and quivered as if pumped with anticipation. Some lacked a limb or two while others bore more than could be normal or good.”
Scott Nicolay, Tuckahoe
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