Imagine a country it would take you a whole night, from sunrise to sunset, to drive through. It is a young country too: even in the dark you can almost see strands of change flickering underneath the soil as it goes from arid crust to meadows to collected pine forest... Read more >>
The morning sky is smoked like bacon from the fires.
Nikolas stands on the porch with his first instant coffee of the day and scratches a mosquito bite on the back of one foot with the toes of the other. His nails are long and sharp. He scratches until he draws blood... Read more >>
Kay stands over the sink, the water as hot as she can bear it and runs the scouring pad around the mug, barely scratching the surface of the stains. They are darker at the bottom, almost black, turning light brown towards the top, stopping at a tide mark made in tannin... Read more >>