After school one day, little Molly learns about the source of life. She witnesses it rushing red out of bodies, and she alone hears its legion of voices.
A short exploration into biological science fiction.
Years ago in Wales, a little girl sneaking a bottle of Dr. Pepper in her Iron Age costume told me I sounded like Buffy (the Vampire Slayer). I'm pretty sure she meant my accent. Before that, I'd spent years training in Shotokan karate, but I fractured my finger taking soil samples in Northern Ireland, so that's one vote for martial arts being safer than archaeology.
It's still debatable where writing and cats fit on that spectrum.