Steve Rogers, mustaches, films, aliens, and camping.
He rejects the good herald’s call and goes to the fortune teller. She is a gypsy. She has a big nose and big eyes that bulge. Middle-aged. A mouth checkered with dark spaces where teeth once where. Her robes are bulky, like she is… Continue Reading “Fragmented Scribbles: The Call to Adventure #NaNoWriMo2016”