06/05/2026
Foxglove
When she opened her eyes, all she could see was blue. Her head throbbed something fierce, like she’d fallen face-first into the wrong end of a blender. It took a second for her vision to stop swimming enough for her to realise she was staring up at the sky, the sun weakly boring itself into her eyeballs. When she turned her head, all she could see was grass around her, triangular blades whispering against her cheek....
When she opened her eyes, all she could see was blue. Her head throbbed something fierce, like she’d fallen face-first into the wrong end of a blender. It took a second for her vision to stop swimm…