Haze

By pyroglyphian · Apr 22, 2021 ·
  1. Trees burn on distant hilltops. We can taste their smoke from here — spontaneous combustion on a listless afternoon, with Eris of high society and her electric books.

    "I’m afraid we have concerns today." Her rabbit eyes flicker.

    "Man-eating flowers?"

    "Yes," she whispers, shimmering, "And women. Someone cross-bred a Venus flytrap with an oak tree."
    Madman and peachalulu like this.

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