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Umbrella Jack
Joined February 2021
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Trees Swallowed the World
Grandma dreamed the trees would swallow her, so she slept in the attic. That’s what we called it, Grandma’s room. It was a metal box, caught up in the middle of the canopy, caged in by twisting branches. It used to be a mobile lab, a long time ago, before the Growing. We could tell because there were still a handful of beakers and test tubes that hadn’t broken. We just used them as cups.
By Umbrella Jack3 years ago in Fiction
The Fragment of Ourselves
Our first house was a two story 1930’s brick town house. It had that dusty wood smell that should have made me feel at home. There was an old fireplace and a bricked in patio with French doors. The rooms were all small with cream walls. They warned us about lead in the paint.
By Umbrella Jack3 years ago in Humans