Rough hands roused Mags from a restless sleep. It was pitch black all around her and she was nestled deep into something delightfully scratchy-soft. She inhaled to get her bearings, letting her keen nose tell her where she was. It smelled of damp straw and mold here, and cold, ancient stone.
Month: February 2017
Folley’s Circus, by Lucio Rodriguez. Episode 5
Gaspard balanced the knife on his finger, at the handle just before it met the blade.
Saturday Morning Serial 