Dust
“Daddy always loved the lake,” remarked Jelisa Lu. “He’d swim in the buff every morning at dawn. I’d hear him bellow, ONE-TWO-SIX!!! Then a big fat splash.”
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“Queen of Swords”, “Claws”, “In Her Voice”, “Hunger”, and “Sometimes a Bird Outside”
He thought she was the Queen of Swords. She didn’t see herself like that, more like the Queen of Cups perhaps.
Bedding a Ghost
Sshhhck.
She has no idea where she is. Surrounded by blackness, like floating in a void.
Unwritten Rule
There’s a rope between me and the edge of the dock,
there to keep people from falling or jumping in.
