Postqueer

I'd heard rumors of a party, and of chocolate chip cookies, somewhere in this general direction. And as I spy a half-open door in the distance, I think I hear the faint echoes of voices.

But by the time I reach the doorway, the echoes have died away. All is silence.

Is anybody there?

I peer in through the half-open door, but all I see inside is gray mist hiding everything. There might be shadows moving in it, but that might just be my imagination.

Is anybody there?