❝ TERROR DOME | cricket + scar
the sky undresses for sunset, the once blue now freckled with heat and leaking gold. shadows gather around her ankles, jasmine-speckled and dazed with pollen. when the breeze stirs, the trees quiver in their trunks: winged seedlings spill from their branches, carrying blossom and honeysuckle in their arms. in this light, cricket dances along the floor of her new room, the one she shares with her roommate: the term sounds funny, to her. she flashes scarlet a wide grin, glancing out the window as the sun continues to set. “this is exciting, isn’t it?” she says, spinning on her toes as she arches her throat toward the ceiling. the two do not get along; the last time they spoke, they argued, and since they’ve been in the room, there hasn’t been much in the way of conversation. however, cricket’s starting to feel the itch at her tongue, and she casually disregards their previous hostilities in favour of something to say and do. “old crumbling building that still stands strong in an eerie, abandoned town? i’ll put money on there being ghosts hanging about. i think maybe i’ll go for a walk, once it’s dark - want to come?”













