#electrabond

The midmorning autumn brood swallows Helios’ glow, keeping its golden rays from reaching out to a western sky, as Victoria rises, dressing before the blustery paint of the rotted window sashes. She rummages onward, her feathers around the King-size bedstead, bustling to the coffee percolator and biting a sandwich, nurturing the Tiger of her mind to roam as a Sunday without a shadow in the valley,…