From inside what feels like a 2020s Octavia Butler novela. Short and brash. Concepts pile together as words form sentences and then paragraphs turn into story.
A barrage of curve balls without direction.
Bystanders struck endlessly.
None are innocent.
With no place to go for they can not see past the stories.
With their worlds on fire it is more important for them to stay within the familiar. Home.
