One day Eugene was sitting at his computer wondering why he couldn't write up a brief bio for a publisher who had bought one of Eugene's stories he'd submitted because he really wanted someone to read it.

He sat and he thought and read and reread it. Even when all the typos and misspellings were fixed he felt something dishonest about it.

It was dusk and Eugene missed eating dinner. The stars were out and he hadn't yet turned on a light.

He got up and went to the window, opened it up and stood looking out at the full summer moon. An urge stronger than sex or survival ran through him like a train on a track. He got up on the sill and he jumped.