As they came around the wide hips of the steel burner, Patricia was reminded of the house she’d grown up in, with the bones of the spice warehouse around her. And then she came around the other side, and saw what was different about the furnace. It had a great iron face looking into the cinder-block darkness, and it was weeping ashes.
“Don’t touch it,” Carmen said, walking deeper into the cellar without sparing the agonized metal face a second glance.
“Why not?” Patricia rushed to catch up.
“Because it’s hot,” Carmen said. “It’s a furnace.”
-- All The Birds In The Sky, Charlie Jane Anders.
Saturday, November 05, 2016
Tuesday, November 01, 2016
Monday, October 31, 2016
It was the Halloween Costume Parade!
This is Mr F's class:
And there's Mr F over on the side. (He's a bit tired today; his sleep hasn't gotten much better since August, although he's more able to cope with it now and stays in his room pretty quietly most of the time. #winning).
And Mr Bunches, as the Red Power Ranger:
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