Vie was cheerfully tucked into her studio space, looking out at the bright green landscape. The week’s rains had transformed the dry, dead-looking field and hills into a tender nursery of new growth. Light and fluffy tufted hairgrass had woken up. Fresh shoots emerged between the spent stems of the red amaranth and Matilija poppies, as trees and shrubs …
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Fictionalized to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.