Bree Toor

Joined February 2020

2 stories

Bio

I'm winemaker living in the desert in the South Okanagan valley. Lately my thoughts are towards the future of my craft during a long slow apocalypse.

I feel wonder, magic, hope simultaneously with dread, fear and helplessness.

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Water, the savior
The walk is warm. Crunching sandy rocks with sandals too brown I can smell the cool river and it's musty plants As the fire on the mountain looms heavy over town.
By Bree Toor3 years ago in Poets
Rabi's Goan Express
Bryn was expecting that ping of light to hit her pupils and bring her into her hangover, but she was delighted to feel the unexpected pleasure of sunlight on her eyes - no sign of light sensitivity, no sign of pain. The car battery that is usually attached to each of her temples charging a vodka-infused migraine also was absent - just a rested, clear head, and, to her surprise, a euphoric feeling.
By Bree Toor3 years ago in Fiction