damp, frosty grass was a sad soul to bare feet her heart dangling from a pale elbow in a drowsy fog besieging her as tears hymn, turning to ice on cold flesh five months passed since her husband was planted to earthly rest laying by the lake,…
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My New Short Story “Last of Her Kind” now live on MasticadoresIndia
My leather dress clung tight to tired, wet skin. At almost seven-foot-tall, I was a woman that obtained attention around humans far too quickly. Thin, my shoulder blades stuck through just below my long, cylindrical neck. It will be my last visit to say goodbye to a family of humans called the Simons. Every year…