Starling House

by Alix E. Harrow

I figure dreams are like stray cats, which will go away if I quit feeding them.

Maybe I just have a soft spot for the neglected and abandoned.

I’ve dodged enough consequences to know when there’s one coming.

Wallowing is an indulgence you can’t afford if you have thirty dollars left in your checking account

Because to ask is to hope that someone answers, and it hurts so bad when nobody does.