For I'm writing a story set in the Chibera world. With each entry, I grow more and more excited about Chibera. Here's the story so far: Prologue, The World Tree: Chapter 1, Inkpot: Chapter 2, Shabron:

Washcloths in the most difficult of circumstances are like fluffs to blank out pain, hold in their folds, warmth, or cold, to be pressed on pulsing and feverish foreheads, the ear and its tin, tin pound

Find the prompt here! Washcloths Washcloths. Little towels but not just for little people. For little parts of the body. The face. The hands. The feet. I guess not everyone is like me...I only wash my