account_circle by Emry Dinman
This is Emry's first professional publication.


Red Breath, Red Eyes

Issue No. 218 ~ July, 2015

This is the first thing you think as you crawl out of bed, the noonday sun beginning to warm the room. A breeze pulls little eddies of air into circulation, stirred by all the vague pressures like heat and the density of pollution. The smell of depression-sweat and rotten fruit floats around, but you don’t gag like you used to.