A Discovery
By Cailín Frankland
The gaze gathers around the dumpster’s edge, a dozen dilated pupils gleaming orange under streetlights.
“Poor thing,” Ricky chitters, “Eyes like ours, too.”
Rachel t…
The gaze gathers around the dumpster’s edge, a dozen dilated pupils gleaming orange under streetlights.
“Poor thing,” Ricky chitters, “Eyes like ours, too.”
Rachel t…
