Daily story, July 11, 2025

Life goes on, they said, and so it did: until she felt she was the bloom of algae on the pond, the mould at the back of the cupboard shedding invisible spores. Life went on in every crack of her, breaking them open like tree roots through concrete. Life went on rotting her teeth. She took a long cool bath and watched her fingernails grow, quick as a mountain. That was enough, for now.