Wednesday, July 11, 2018


Storm ~ Natalie Shau

“Soon” he says.
Arcs flash from the levitron’s overhead rail as it dashes from the terminus at Heathen’s Gate.
They walk away from the city, the evening wind cools his body through the loose weave of his galabeya, the android’s little hand is warm and damp within his own.
“When will we get there?” it asks again.

Tales for an attention deficit world

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