Teo and Paulus stood at the shore of the pampas, where the grass grew twice as tall as a man. They were naked, and the pampero raised goosebumps on their skin. The stalks bent against the wind’s force, green and gold ripples drawing the eye to the distant horizon. It was a good wind, people had been telling Teo all morning. Lucky.
Cover art by Gareth McGorman
Read by Norm Sherman
Drabble: The Blossom by Eric Marsh
Twabble: he stripper gazed longingly into my eyes as the delicate layers fell to the floor, revealing the muscle beneath my skin.