Mintos

Love Thy Prey         "We are not at all annoyed with these good lambs. We even love them. Nothing is tastier than a tender lamb." – Nietzche Kaye's eyes were thickening with mucus buildup from the inactivity of her eyelids. The lazy droning of a summer afternoon left even automatic functions such as blinking dazed. Because of her vision being blurred from irritation, she could not see over the hill from her location on top of an old children's wagon. Lanky wooden logs attempted to form a fence around the field there. The fences here were always the same. They were old and had little craftsmanship. She didn't need to see over the hil