Grace Coppola (Australia)() published:
PROMPT: My December Competition 2019
December is decay. In Australia, the loss of life starts in November and just grows and grows. I walk roads that radiate dense, glossy heat, and lined along them are always dead grasses. The plants are all so withered that they might as well be grey, and not the sickly, palest yellow colour they decide to be, to at least remind me of clouds fat with rain which I miss very much. It’s all so sulphurous.
Rain. Clouds. That’s what...
about 2 months ago