Tag: Fiction
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Upon Pulling Icarus from the Water and Finding, to Your Profound Relief, that He Still Has a Pulse
Icarus is a scrappy sort, so when he wakes up after the crash, swollen eyes blinking slow and owlish against the hospital’s harsh fluorescent light, the first thing he tells you is that he wants to buy a candle that smells like space. Read more
Sara Solberg 