Hagovi’s Bridge Chapter Thirteen: Castle Fare
Don’t ‘supposed-to-be’ me.
Hagovi’s fingernails looked like Barrier Trash when she finally unscrewed all the bolts and lifted the skylight a crack. Cold air hit her eyes in a solid band.
She pulled the wrap tighter and scrambled onto the steeply sloped roof. The skylight snapped closed. Her bed already seemed part of another world.