Paradoxes: Visitations of the Lowly
A world of squalor paraded before young Talus’ eyes, blinking in and out of existence behind the wooden bars of his cage. Nobles floated along, oblivious…
Hello Elephant
If I am an elephant, you are too. Grey, and blowing bubbles in a mucky puddle from behind bars. I see my own reflection in the stirred water and it makes me…
Letters and Locks
Smooth, unlined paper, with bumps raised from the fervor of his writing. Typical Caleb. Dear Marisol, _You haven’t answered any of my calls or texts so I’m…