Paper Airplane Poet by Sheri Singerling
Normally, Tillie didn’t mind being the object of everyone’s gaze. But today, the crowd loitering in the street wasn’t drawn to her orange-red curls or her height or regalness. They […]
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Normally, Tillie didn’t mind being the object of everyone’s gaze. But today, the crowd loitering in the street wasn’t drawn to her orange-red curls or her height or regalness. They […]
By Prashanth Srivatsa in Issue #461 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine There’s a heady blend of cardamom and cloves that go in the third, along with tea leaves that resemble charred twigs. It is the third she fears today, for the Shibra leaves demand time (time she does not have) to settle with the boiled milk. The buck-toothed General o...