Fantastic
By K.L. Noone
“How’s this?” Jason waited, fingers resting over Colby’s hands in his. “Helping?”
The hotel room wrapped comfort around them, in the quiet. It’d begun as nondescript, full of beige walls and simple white sheets, but had welcomed Colby’s rainbow cascade of scarves and Jason’s tidy unpacking. It was their home now, for the next month of filming on location, and it liked that idea. Of course it did: it got to have Colby’s elegant scribbled writing-notes on the desk, and Colby’s laughter in the mornings, and everyone, Jason felt, would be happy about that.
The mountains outside were distant mysterious shadows in the dark, but dazzling in daylight. They shaped rich fantasies of rocks and woods and leaping water and the old arched-up bones of the New Zealand earth. Th
