The night had been difficult. They mostly were, lately. He got up, his body in pain. Origins and consequences, cause and effect were now an endless cycle. Was he in pain because he didn't sleep,

Too Fast! “Come on, kiddo.” His Dad is tall. He walks ahead, fast, holding hands with her. Not his Mom. His Mom was small, warm, brown. This One is tall, blond, LOUD. And Nasty. His Dad said not

A sigh escapes

Pour chanter

Je cherche des idées

Suddenly is a word