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IN THE COMPANY OF ASH
Boxes are burnt and I stay outside sitting by the smolders. I added wood, but it didn’t take. That’s alright. I smoke the last of a cigar. My view is toward the moon. It is nearly full and rising. Mars is above and to its south. Orion […]
Short Story
LIFE WHEN THEN
It began a simple way as such affections often do—to the sense of being seen. Perhaps it was the light of the sun in shine from window into room, or warmth of his eyes in gaze. Whatever it was, she felt it then in shine and warmth upon her. Looking up, she met […]