I'm late!! I'm so sorry!
Forced Autonomy is almost done. It will be out before week's end.
In the meantime, here's a teaser.
I was
brought out of my reminiscence by Lauren stumbling through the clique of
shelters towards us. She was pale—deathly pale. Her eyes wore skirts of
darkened crescents and her dreadlocks had seen better days. She staggered a bit
and not even thinking about the contagiousness of it all, I got up and helped
her to the nearest seat, an overturned gray paint bucket. She doubled herself
over, her arms hung like noodles to the ground.
“The flood finally stopped.”
Leah
chortled, “Either she’s quoting scripture or the end has come!”
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