Third Eye
“Little digger girl, if you want to visit the city, you’ll need some forms to fill out for an herbal bath, vaccinations, and new clothing. Otherwise hog off back to the pits. You smell like sulfur and your hair looks like the inside of my stained commode.” The man in full red suit watches me with gleaming blue eyes. His third eye nestles in the middle of his forehead and blinks heavily making a ‘sqeaulch’ sound. He stood behind a large rusted desk nestled in front of two highly secured metal doors.
