“Mazie, honey,” the mother said at nine o’clock exactly, stepping delicately through the doorway. She had been waiting, still and silent, directly outside. “It’s getting close to bedtime.” She carried a mug, using a stick of peppermint to stir the steaming chocolate. Mazie had made the mug herself. Despite the bumps, it was a good first attempt at skilled craftsmanship.
I write this to you in defence of the green growing things / I write this to you to fill the spaces you left in your wake
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Sarah Pauling's "Cloth Mother."