Who's calling them...? 😐 I really like how you embed Midwestern imagery into your stories—the old mill’s brick wall, beet plant steam, November dirt. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve lived these too, but they’re so vivid, they make your stories really come to life 👾
Who's calling them...? 😐 I really like how you embed Midwestern imagery into your stories—the old mill’s brick wall, beet plant steam, November dirt. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve lived these too, but they’re so vivid, they make your stories really come to life 👾
Considering they’re kids/young ‘uns, the somewhat sinister imagery of the grates feels like allusion to IT in the best of ways.
Not gonna say I wasn’t inspired by that