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…
Melancholy
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The Weight of Glass
The ledge was their world. A narrow strip of obsidian against the endless white of the wall, it was all they had ever known. Seven glass ducks, each a different hue – a glacial white, a bruised lavender, a sun-faded…