Perhaps it was the climate: no water to still or lake, sand not good for glass. Once we found out how to fight them, we had the place in days. Mirrors, you know.
Look!
They couldn’t help looking.
Face!
No, over here!
Face!
Face!
a daily microfiction from Terence Kuch
Perhaps it was the climate: no water to still or lake, sand not good for glass. Once we found out how to fight them, we had the place in days. Mirrors, you know.
Look!
They couldn’t help looking.
Face!
No, over here!
Face!
Face!
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