Julia Sinton
Joined November 2022
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Three Minutes to Midnight
There wasn't anything particular about tapping at the window. Vanessa heard it most nights, earlier in the summer. The tapping was from the bare, bony knuckles of the branches outside her childhood bedroom window. The branches were heralds of cooling air.
By Julia Sinton3 years ago in Fiction
This is Water
“Mr. Dolos?” Ally cautiously asked the man who sat hunched, sitting on the bench. The bench was in front of the glass of the aquarium’s largest tank. The glass curved up and over, before disappearing into the black ceiling and walls. At the bench, one was forced to confront a wall of water in front and above.
By Julia Sinton3 years ago in Fiction
