She steps onto the lectern. Light static rings outward.
common descriptions of things that are lovely but illogical.
three useless musings.
At first, there only came the hollowed chimes of wind against wind.
Upon smelling flowers, Miranda always fought the urge to look around and search for a coffin to which they surely belonged.
You mustn’t fret, Susie.
a swift sketch.
So the muse sat down with the cynic, and they began to talk.
but in the dark of the night, the other watchmen liked Toby more than anything else…
a tragicomedy with mother and son.