TheSpiritx

Mika’s jaw crackled as she snapped her all-natural, cruelty-free spearmint chewing gum. She paused, frowning, and flexed her jaw once, twice, went back to chewing. One more flaw, she figured. This body was full of them. She stretched, savoring the pops in her spine. The sun, high in the sky, banished the shadows to tiny puddles beneath half-dead trees. It hadn’t rained in a long time, she noted. She should water her plants. Sighing, she pocketed her battered copy of Thus Spake Zarathustra and stood. Pain shot through her legs, old injuries and a byproduct of hours spent still. She grimaced and tucked her dreads behind her shoulder.