In
Fiction by
Nina Munteanu /
January 25, 2019She imagines its coolness gliding down her throat. Wet with a lingering aftertaste of fish and mud. She imagines its deep voice resonating through her in primal notes; echoes from when the dinosaurs quenched their throats in the Triassic swamps. Water is a shape shifter. It changes yet stays the same, shifting its face with […]