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This month, as I did last year, I’m participating in the AtoZ Blogging Challenge. The first post is A, the next is B and so on every day this month, except Sundays.
A satire of dysfunctional politics and economic disparity.
Chapter VI: Day/Page 52 CONTINUED FROM YESTERDAY. . . . The withered wretch reaches out a bent gnarled finger to protect the moth from the flame, and when she does, when she touches the moth, she ignites the flash of a kinetic spark, and the luminous green of the moth fades back to grey and black, while the sallow withered skin of the superannuated hag is transformed to a vibrant, robust pink. 430 more words