This week on My Screaming Twenties celebrates the recent release of Kindra M. Austin’s newest novel, The Black Naught.
chapter one: Birds/Bleeding Hearts
Talk to me. I want to hear your thoughts.
Am I asleep? Am I dreaming?
Tell me a story. Or tell me about today.
Is that really you I hear?
Begin at the beginning.
Okay. I remember lying down between cool cotton sheets at dusk, when the black naught in the corner of our once shared bedroom would yawn awake. Even though I was old, I was sent to bed early the night before our annual trip to Tawas. I’d ignore the sentinel thing and look out the window to watch the dim white stars stir silvery blue in an inky sky. What if I could pull down the night? I wondered; and I imagined thick, wet panes falling to the earth. Other times, I’d try to…
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