The jackdaws call for Jack all summer

[ashlyme]

Typing this in my local library. I've had to sit with my back to the window otherwise I get stared at by posters of Foster & Allen and John Denver (who looks like a wizened Milky Bar Kid). I don't think much of my hometown's ideas of musical entertainment.

It rained for about ten minutes last night. Worth it for the brief whiff of petrichor that rose from the ground. And I sold a story. Belbyne's Lane will appear in Egaeus Press' The Book of Flowers probably some time next year.