Some things you know with dream-logic untold certainty. You are dead. This staircase is an afterlife, and it is endless, and there is only the climb; and then you found her, climbing also, and she asked, "What if we vault the railing?" like it was a dare.
What is a writer?
A miserable little pile of words!
Call me MP or Miz
Fiction attempted, with various levels of success.
Yes, I do need help, thank you for noticing.
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