Wistful

The sky sighs rain onto asphalt and steel. The distant applause of passing cars celebrate mushrooming umbrellas which sprout from office doorways and wander into the urbane urban stream seeking nourishment. There is a flash, and the sky bellows and roars. It briefly drowns out the mumbling of vehicles dressed …

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Line in the Snow: Part 6

The storm had subsided a bit and the morning sun had begun to peek through the clouds. In this new light, Makkitu’q could see the the remains of shiver corpses scattered all around the WayMound. They had already began the process of dissolution before the sun. They dissipated, tuning into …

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