Craftingpet
We've spent so long crawling, when others soar on wings of their own construction.
"Maybe we aren't all meant for the happily ever afters."
One child. Morbid and a monotone, curious twat of a boy.
Random snippets of random places and random people. A mother and her son housed in a clearing of forested West Virginia. A girl stuck beneath a glass ceiling. An angry sister.