“Stinkbug Apocalypse” by Jean Wolfersteig
Rosalie took one look at the tarot cards this morning and gazed up at me. “Molly,” she said, “I need to get away from you.” Then she bolted down Psychic Alley.
Tag: desert
“Bones” by Elliot Harper
That gesture, that tightening of the hand, such a simple thing, simple but it reassures me.