Synaesthesia Magazine Sound | Page 62

>> all the doctor can offer besides sedatives and a warm blanket, which soon will not be enough. Shelby shivers and dips back into a demi-dream, scrolling through Tilly’s best hiding spots: the soft bed of reeds where they troll for bass at dusk, between the boulders that straddle shore where their initials are scratched in stone, hanging on to the Henderson’s dock a few cottages down. She’s wa