“The houses and the trees were all penciled in. She could hear the hailstones smash like china on the road. One bounced off her gum boot and flew into the hedge. She walked to the center of her garden near the lime trees and looked up at the blistering clouds. Her housecoat was soaked in no time and her gum boots grew heavy with rain. She stood there, shivering uncontrollably, pleading with the clouds, but not a single hailstone touched her.” New short fiction from Nicholas Rixon with art from @sirinthada! Link in our bio.