Cerridwen Stucky

Glass and Honey

Juno knew CLOVER wouldn’t contact her through so public a channel as a linking contraption for anything small. The classic and underrated carrier pigeon was their usual method. The prismatic-goggles Juno wore kept her eyes free of the toxic sting of the smog but were too dark for the dampened light straining into the alley. She pulled them down around her neck, scrubbing the marks left behind with the sleeve of her overcoat.