Call it nominative determinism. The name’s Adyna. Means wretched in Welsh. Thanks, parentals.
These days I wake up wretched. The dreams get me so bad I come into the world sweaty and disorientated, the words I’m sorry on my lips, a rasp in my throat which suggests I’ve only recently finished a scream. Continue reading “Wretched is my Name by A.J. Kirby”