D. J. Reddall
Joined June 2022
0 stories
Bio
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Stories (249/0)
Water Brother
Thirst always reunites me with my water brother. I have watched him grow, and wrinkle, with me. The others are dead. The laughing dogs ate them. My spear broke under my brother when he fell, and my hands were not strong enough to fight them. I feel tired and strange. My teeth ache. The water is warm and tastes dirty and sad.
By D. J. Reddallabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
The Holy See
An old, holy rite Which may be a sacred mask For coy surveillance
By D. J. Reddallabout 8 hours ago in Poets