June picked the paper off the stoop, shook the wet off, and took it inside. The timbre of the tea-kettle's song was at it's peak, with a patient cup waiting next to it. Stormy weather gave June a content smile, she didn't need to pay attention to the world today and it needn't worry about … Continue reading That Which Suddenly Summons
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Somewhere, Tied
Eamon pulled his net to the tune of an unimpressive yield. The fibers were old and held more doubts than fish. The fish were small, few, and had little fight left. Eamon was tired, and wanted to call it a day. "One more pass," he said to his boat and no one, and he began … Continue reading Somewhere, Tied
Republic of Bees 