It's dry and gray outside. I'm dreaming of naps and Monsters, despite knowing the chemicals will induce unrest. There's bumps minute in pain, but satisfying in their defeat covering my forehead with puss. Blink up, dry eyes, to rain? Not yet. Skies here love to tease too much of moisture. Deserts don't do me well. … Continue reading Dry
Ah! My nose! It itches! The sun surrounded her like a layer of hot metal. Asther could even taste the metallic taste of heat on the air—delicious air, which she breathed in deep lungfulls. The sandstone crumbled in orange-pink dust beneath her shoes and hands as she crouched with her other sisters, their eyes out … Continue reading Copper of Asther
Author T.S. Lowe 