by K.T. McQueen The grubby, dirty, scrubbiness of the desert spread out in all directions. Not the ‘sand-as-far-as-the eye-can-see’ kind. More like the pitted, dangerous, unyielding desert with poisonous creatures, spiked plants, and a wisp of smoke on the far horizon kind. Screaming ‘once the ocean was here’ in undulating waves from the depths of […]
Category: Nightmares
