I hope she’s learning to tie knots, build a shelter, start a fire and how to make mama a hot dog.
Perhaps Marlo should just stick to the very catchy camp songs.
Struggling with change and a sadness that would inform anything I tried to write at this time.
Turning her into a zombie after she’s already been turned into a zombie.
“Swimming’s cool here, but this place is not like home. I miss those nice fresh pillowcases.”