Homunculi

Friday, December 1, 2017
By: 
Christine Spence

The Tonberry sat far out on one limb of a second-hand armchair. His yellow eyes were large and brave but since his designers hadn’t given him a mouth, his expression was mournful.

You look sad, said the Doll from her place on the floor below him. The persons have gone out and left you in a perilous place.

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