leaving tidbits of trivia on the audition sheet.
it made her sick. an ick.
all of the stupid bits of shit he’d incept
into her world simply from proximity
caused animosity profound and prodding.
it kept her up
past the dusk larks and into owl territory.
but the tenth month is up next. time for
a cauldron test. when the boy has lived
past his notice, scrap the parts and
repurpose.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...