Golden Hour

Golden Hour

“Out of time?” The silky female voice wafted over the office speakers like overpowering perfume, breaking Garrett’s concentration. “Why not buy some?” Her syrupy pitch continued, motivational music beginning to gear up. “At the Department of Time, we know how busy a...
What? No. Me?

What? No. Me?

I’m up in my tree fort, lying flat-belly in the little crow’s nest, doomscrolling on YouTube. A twig snaps below and my eyes flit. My dad’s old walkie is propped up against the wooden beam, radio static turned down to the lowest volume. The branches of the forest...
The French Doors

The French Doors

Early morning light drifted in through my bedroom window. I sat cross-legged on my coral sheets, a pillow propped behind my back. My little tabby cat, Georgie, was curled up in my lap, breathing quiet as she slept. I rolled the last pair of my socks together and...
Singing to the Dragon

Singing to the Dragon

There was a new painting in the Bard’s Hall at Kingstown. That wasn’t a rare thing, necessarily. Even rural areas had their share of talent. Kingstown was a nice, progressive place, considering how close to the backwoods it was. It had a steady stream of visitors...

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