Animal Acids

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“If anyone were watching, they would have seen her lick a tree.

Sienna’s pink tongue, almost iridescent, would have been the only glimpse of color in the storm. It would have looked like an extra-terrestrial reaching out to meet a droplet of rain, heavy at the end of a Hemlock branch. She would make a good alien, she thought. Such a subpar Earthling.

Of course, no one was watching; the families– her’s and Kenneth’s– were all at the grave, tossing fistfuls of dirt and half truths.”