Semi-Daily Scribbles

Marion is a cracked and fractured gem of a girl. Her world is solid vapor. Her vision clear as night. The three stars that follow her feed her prompts and circumstance. Take a chance. A chance encounter. An ice cold world where the measure of intelligence is malevolence. That will take some explaining. Explaining why Marion jumps from time to time is going to fill three gold-inlaid, rich crimson works. Works are what keep Marion's mind busy and hands wrapped around thorns wishing for a rose. Rose always knows what is best for Marion. Two blossoms. One stem. Another drop in the snow.