From: ‘Tarspen and You’

You see Tarspen Elia’s eyes first. They are bright and afraid.
The wind whips red dust into your face. You brush it away restlessly. Your cheeks are hot; the air is sticky. You can feel your heart pumping through your skin.
Only her forehead and the tip of her nose is above the lip of the cliff at first. And her hands: bloodless knuckles, and fingers gripping deep and desperate into the warm dirt like claws. Continue reading