Thell arched her wings too late. The slight updraft that should have slowed her fall didn’t come. Her feet
smacked into the
rough brick and she flung forward. She threw her hands out, pumped her wings furiously, and grappled with her
for solid purchase.
A New Life
Lucy lived her life on gut feel and a creative budget. She was no stranger to unusual rental arrangements, old
and dirt, but this? This was a new low. She ran a finger against the wall, pushing grime aside to reveal a
trace of the faded wallpaper below. It might have been roses once, Lucy wasn’t sure.
Buhle dipped her oar into the Lagoon. Ripples spread out across the surface, distorting the once prosperous
city that lay
beneath the water. It had been called Cape Town, but that was before the ocean invaded the land, before the
went mad and before humankind changed…
Dust lay thick on the furniture. Spots of sun leaked through the worn curtains. Somewhere, a rodent skittered
away on clawed
feet. Kayla stood in the middle of the living room and sighed. She wasn’t sure why she had come. She had given
many years to this place, to the waiting.
The dress was torture. Lace dug into flesh. Satin coiled, a slow compression from waist to throat. Below,
swaths of pallid pink crested atop roiling waves. Raega was drowning. She tried to remain steady, eyes fixed on
the mirrored wall before her, but she was drowning and today she could not hide it.