In the hollow humming
“He said nothing of drought” is the line that really stayed with me.
A flood at least permits the fantasy of rescue—an ark, a raft, something buoyant. But drought removes even the medium that makes survival imaginable.
Really strong work, Wil.
Thank you so much, Celia!
“He said nothing of drought” is the line that really stayed with me.
A flood at least permits the fantasy of rescue—an ark, a raft, something buoyant. But drought removes even the medium that makes survival imaginable.
Really strong work, Wil.
Thank you so much, Celia!