The Gymnast
The gymnast contorted backwards in artful retroflection, her ribbon efficient in its sparely motion, the structured rules of physics seemingly vandalized in impossibility.
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First Fledging
I’ll never forget the first time I sat behind the yoke of dad’s old hovercar by myself, newly minted holo-license carefully filed in my e-wallet.
Elpis
A thousand years. Still going.
Fear
I hear them, wriggling and squirming, first to my left, then my right, and then it filled my whole world with noise.