Polly endures loneliness and hostility in a world that doesn’t understand her difference. But some things never last… Polly Hedron She could not remember when she last smiled. It seemed an irrelevant notion except that whenever she walked along the streets, and out to the prairie beyond if she encountered a group of people someone always shouted out. “Hey darlin’ …
Micro-fiction 038 – Lost Voice (Gothic series)
She walks along Main Street, and shouts, but nobody answers, all avoid her gaze. What is the shame hidden within the townsfolk? Lost Voice She slithered down the filthy hill, scattering crushed cans and discarded ribs. She had lost her patience at last, the adrenaline of youth propelling her downwards. She had just woken up and stretched her ebony limbs. …