This is an excerpt from Queen the Serial Novel
and the point of view if Stilo. It was as impossible for her to hide what
God had given her than for the oceans to lie without waves. It was so impossible she not
only accepted who she was, but embraced it. A sun throwing solar flares for fun, darts
of light into the dark. If he wasn’t boss, she wouldn’t even know he breathed.
Laughing like a dinner bell built in a church tower, she pulled the sheet so high the bottom
edge touched her inner thigh. Left her legs curled beneath her exposed. Olive-white with
pink teases. Almost transparent. Toe nails alternating red and black like macabre piano
keys playing across her skin. This was when it was tough.
All her motors on at once.