Vapor-Girl
Ah, uses a fantasy world as metaphor in an allegory, this one does. We have been helping a 15-year-old girl in Iraq put together her first book, its subject a fictionalized tale focusing acutely on how “girls” are treated in her culture. I wrote “Vapor-Girl” before she was born, yet somehow it seems like it could be about her. We could use more Vapor-girls. We need more Vapor-girls.
Carmon stepped from his modest tar-house into middling black night and gazed toward the rocky mountain-high ridge. Vari-colored swirls of rising lightning mist lit starless tar sky with shimmering flashes, magenta fingers twisting among tendrils of phosphorescent teal and turquoise and tangerine before dissolving into the ether of nothing.
The vapors would rise strong and true on this rare night w
