She’s #fragile as spun glass, run through with fractal cracks that hover on the edge of shattering. She feels as if the next breath will be — should be — the last, but she takes it. And the one after it. And finds that her life goes on with or without her.
My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!