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(she/her) I design things. I write things. I photograph things. I panic about things. Mostly that last one. edits: @crowkeys.bsky.social http://eloucarroll.com • http://crowcrosskeys.com

An excerpt from short story, No Children by A. M. Larouche published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a close up photograph of dew on grass. The excerpt reads: Loam pillowed Emma’s head, her ear pressed to the mouth of Catherine’s grave, waiting for it to speak. Her fingers traced the stone marker—Catherine Darby of Essex, 1823–1858, A Loving Wife—and curled into the ruptured grass, thumb squeaking along the ridges of each blade; her shoulder settled into the mould it had spent thirteen nights carving. Her dress and petticoats, sticky with autumn rain, coiled around her calves like corpse flesh.
Gulf of Mexico (Gulf of America) as denoted on Google Maps when viewed in the UK.
A tuxedo cat gazes at a human while he looks out of a window
High fantasy book cover featuring the shadowy face of a woman in a white hood and the silhouette of an army marching to battle. Priestess of the White by Trudi Canavan.
Purple book cover with a white dandelion and roman numerals. Tom's Midnight Garden by Philippa Pearce, published by Puffin Books.
There is a moment where [redacted] forgets to breathe. [redacted] is going to kiss her, and [redacted], confused, spell-drunk [redacted] might let her, if she ever breathes again. She catches herself and swallows. It is [redacted] who usually presses her advantage—she's not used to this, to being held like this. [redacted] pulls her closer, and [redacted] closes her eyes on instinct. But the kiss doesn't come.