Sophie Benbow
OUTSIDE her rusted window is a desolate expanse of dry and under-nourished land.
Red and pink splash across the sky like a broken egg yolk and a giant ball of blistering gas looms on the horizon.
OUTSIDE her rusted window is a desolate expanse of dry and under-nourished land.
Red and pink splash across the sky like a broken egg yolk and a giant ball of blistering gas looms on the horizon.