I’m one of the last Piecemen left. We few holdouts who didn’t want to seek refuge in the Light.
Sometimes a longing causes us to exert gravity…causes us to force an orbit.
I seem to pick up parasites like hitchhikers when I’m out there.
Timothy often earned money and trinkets by showing newcomers around and making sure to point them in the right direction for the things they needed. As well as the things he knew they really wanted.
What started with those five plants eventually grew into the many hundreds that adorned the Green Wall.
I would crawl around on all fours and bark like a dog if it meant a chance to fly with the greatest ace in history.
Riding hard into the morning sun, we found ourselves on an ancient, ruined road.