Psychic Abilities

The Static Bloom pexels photo 11167638 2

The Static Bloom

## The Static Bloom The air tasted like burnt sugar and static. Not the crackle from a faulty receiver, but something deeper, coating the tongue like ash. Wren coughed, pulling the salvaged respirator tighter across her face. The filter did…

Read MoreThe Static Bloom
The Bloom pexels photo 10485631 2

The Bloom

The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold beneath Fi’s elbows. Steam rose from her coffee, blurring the fluorescent lights above. She watched the rain smear the city outside, mirroring the gray cloud hanging over Leo. “You look like…

Read MoreThe Bloom