My Mother’s Chain

Izirho stared out at the many lights in the bay, their feet only inches from the lazy waves coming ashore.  T'rax sat on a thick piece of driftwood, eating again, chicken grease running down their fingers. "You gonna try that shit again, eh?" they asked in between bites. Izirho shrugged.  "It wouldn't exactly hurt me," … Continue reading My Mother’s Chain