A dark, damp morning. The neighbors stop by with bags of chicken mushroom, freshly picked from where it glowed in the depths of the hollow.
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
A dark, damp morning. The neighbors stop by with bags of chicken mushroom, freshly picked from where it glowed in the depths of the hollow.
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I’m visualizing the glowing in the depths of the hollow – faery grotto or Sci-Fi horror? I can see it both ways, but with the dark and damp I think the Sci-Fi wins.