#6 – drooling

Ingrid was already a star when the first wave of spontaneous evolution swept the globe.

She’d also had an easy time of it. The being a star, that is. Where most people’s origin stories had humble beginnings, Ingrid’s was nothing short of miraculous.

She had written a ukulele piece, an awkward teen rambling on about lost love when the only loss she’d ever really experienced was the theft of her favorite mechanical pencil. Putting her angst to song then doing the obligatory upload to the variou...