“ It doesn't seem right to throw dirt at you when you're dead... ”
Being amongst rough lives and confusion does not make you less, it only makes your beauty shine out more clearly.
~ Sharon Sant
On some deep, unconscious level, he had always known it to be true. He was an invention, a fictional character. Jacob Lightfoot didn't exist.
With the warmth of an alien sun on his back, Jacob took a deep breath at the door and knocked.
Sadie gave her head an exaggerated scratch. ‘Don’t come too close if you know what’s good for you, these nits are on steroids.
