Q Hussie — Shrooms

"Q," it said. Its voice was the sound of a dial-up modem kissing a banjo. "You rang?"

It stepped out from behind a hemlock and sat down directly in front of him, mimicking his posture. shrooms q hussie

Underneath was nothing. Not blackness. Nothing. A friendly, patient void that smelled like rain on hot asphalt. "Q," it said