The Memorist looked tired; exhausted even. It was an exhausting thing she did for people, taking on their memories.
Joanie watched as the thick, white liquid spread across the table. The shards of glass glistened, peeking through a little.
The Rain had begun on the first day of her Reign.
“Mommy? Why did you give me such a sad name?” Rain asked.
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Alice is leaving tonight.
I settle into the soggy grass beneath me; above her.
A haiku for a rainy day
“What was that?” Beth whispered into the hollow dark.
It has been eight years since the interregnum began.