Hop on over to The Lancast, where our friend David Moulton recorded Jeannine and Jason’s story. Like it, retweet it, whatever you want to do to pass it on!
Kadamb reached down for a chunk of earth. Dry and brittle, it gave way easily to his practiced fingers, and the re-pulverized bits sifted back down to where he had disturbed it. This was the place. Here.
We continue and conclude Zombie-Month-Tober with a change of pace: A poem from Daniel Meyer.
“I’m so done,” Flora said. “I just can’t handle it anymore.” “I know,” Cassie said, flipping a blonde lock out of her eyes. “What are you saying, guys? What do you think we should do?” Caroline asked.