Kira DeSomma
Bio
Author. Artist. Earl Grey Enthusiast // She/her // Joypunk and/or hopecore
Stories (14/0)
Ugly Magic
We went out to dinner, my aunt and I, to a little Mediterranean fusion place squeezed between two hotels and buried under a thick layer of scaffolding. The table was a bit sticky, and the menus were wilted, but this could be blamed on the heat. The other patrons were loud and a bit rowdy -- this could also be blamed on the heat. After an hour of sipping ice water and devouring papoutsaki eggplant, (“Where do you think you would like to travel in your life?” my aunt asked. “I would like to see the living bridges of Meghalaya, and the starling migrations. How about you?” I asked. “Oh, I’d like to see the northern lights,” came her reply) I was about ready to leave. Then a man outside sat down at an electric keyboard and began to play jauntily.
By Kira DeSomma 2 years ago in Humans
