It was hot last weekend, Labor Day, the last weekend before the schools started a new year. The humidity hung in the air like steam,…
Musings, poetry, and cats
It was hot last weekend, Labor Day, the last weekend before the schools started a new year. The humidity hung in the air like steam,…
“What are you wearing?” (Nearly sneering, a trap.) “Um.” Stalling, She looked down at her own body. A soft white t-shirt, grey sweatpants with…