Kindred Crux

The cold morning mist soaked into her dirty clothes. Lelianna shivered as she tried desperately to remain asleep. The heavy rains from the night before had soaked her cardboard home completely. She knew she would need a new one before dark.

Lelianna moved the hanging trash bags for the last time as she exited her home. Her clothes were dirty, her dark skin was greasy, and her hair hadn’t felt a brush in 3 years. She needed to look more presentable if she wanted to warn anything that day. She leaned behind her box and picked her backpack out of the trash can. She was thankful to own at least one dry item.

Like she had done every morning for the last three years, she went into the bus station restroom and washed her face and hands. She looked on the floor for loose hair ties and ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame it. The streets were more crowded than usual that morning.

There must be a convention in town, she thought. I’d better hurry.

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By J. M. Tuckerman

J.M.Tuckerman is a neurodivergent writer with a big education. She holds an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults, an MA in Writing, and a BA in Writing Arts (specializing in Creative Writing, New Media Writing, and Publication; concentrating in New Media Production), which she somehow managed to earn despite her three very loud and large dogs. Jessica was lucky enough to intern at Quirk Books and Picador, USA while earning her master’s degrees. Her service dog, Ringo, is very proud of all that she has accomplished and hopes to be on a back cover of a published book with her very soon. An avid reader, writer, and lover of young adult and middle-grade literature, Jessica’s bookshelf is overflowing with hardbacks, paperbacks, and a million half-filled notebooks. She is a proud fur-mommy to two lab/st-bernard littermates, a retriever-mix service dog, and one orange little hobgoblin cat, all of whom have made very audible appearances on the Booked All Night podcast.

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