Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The chipped Formica of the diner booth stuck to Leo Maxwell’s elbows. Rain smeared the neon glow of “Rosie’s” across the windshield. He hadn’t touched his coffee, just stirred it, watching the steam curl like a phantom…
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The Longwave Echo
## The Longwave Echo The dust tasted like static. Wren coughed, pushing a strand of faded-blue hair from her face as she surveyed the abandoned diner. Chrome gleamed dully beneath a thick layer of grime, vinyl booths cracked like ancient…
The Echo Bloom
## The Echo Bloom Rain lashed against the diner window, blurring the neon glow of “Lou’s Eats.” Inside, the smell of burnt coffee and frying bacon clung to everything. Amelia traced a damp circle on the Formica tabletop with her…
The Static Bloom
## The Static Bloom The chipped Formica of the diner booth stuck to Leo Maxwell’s elbows. Rain smeared the neon sign outside, turning “Rosie’s” into a blurry pink wound against the gray Tuesday night. He hadn’t tasted coffee in… well,…
Echoes in Gray
The chipped ceramic of the mug warmed Leo’s hands, did little for the cold that settled deep in his bones. Rain lashed the window of the diner, mirroring the gray wash over everything he drew. He sketched, a gaunt figure…