Contest Entry: Find me in a Hammock, On the Isle of Love.
As it were cori made a brief, ambigious gesture with a hand over the rise she'd perched on moments before. "he's somewhere over there, making camp." she said, smiling as if she knew something he didn't.
How Shadows Taste
Sic itur ad astra the tone of this story has changed a great deal since i first started on it -- originally the whole thing about the confederate flag was going to be more apologetic and ambigious, but then the one (literally the one and only) motherfucker