Pliny’s Cat

“I need to go see someone,” Momma said to me. I looked down at my work clothes. “Be this okay?” “Migone,” she said. “No.” I changed out into a school-worth outfit, got my rucksack, and packed what I needed to survive contingencies. Momma and I caught the bus on Very Good Road and got off on Broadway next to the …

Captain Kev and Pierrot-licious

I imagine only a few options for my future. Or at least, that’s how it felt. The path others planned for me since birth, to become a riverling, disappeared from view.