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Denny Wyatt: friend.

Denny, who sleeps in threadbare tees that smell like his cigarettes, who coats his arms in the guts of engines, who kisses like he's sampling you, scenting you, until you forget that there are things you can't afford to forget.

Denny Wyatt: with benefits.

It's not dating. You've both done enough of that. You're both stuck in this town, you're both going nowhere, but at night, you have each other. It's sex. It's an arrangement. It suits you both.

Denny Wyatt: yours.

Tonight, the lie shatters. Denny Wyatt is so much more than friend, than lover, than any one word. But you'd better speak-better find the words-or he's gone.

G.B. Lindsey's most salacious and long-term affair is with the horror genre, but she also writes sci-fi, romance, and historical fiction. By day, she works in kidney and liver transplant; by night she reads voraciously, rocks out to progressive metal, and bothers her cat. She earned her Master's in Creative Writing in Newcastle Upon Tyne, and participates regularly in live readings and book sales through the Queer Sacramento Authors Collective. She is proud to have been a featured writer in September 2021 for MITA's ongoing project, Madwomen in the Attic, during which she explored her experiences with chronic depression and clinical OCD. She was recently published in Ghost Orchid Press's eco-horror anthology, Chlorophobia, the Sapphic horror anthology Moonflowers and Nightshade, and the queer anthology Don't Ask, Ghosts Tell from Tundra Swan Press.