Storytime With Rust; Vol. XLVI · 5:37pm Feb 21st, 2016
A swampy breeze rustles through the decrepit brick apartment complex. It is late night, and it is still humid. Humming, a small black car pulls in and parks at one of the townhouses. Hooves clip on the pavement as a pony slouches up the stoop and fumbles through the door. It blinks at the sudden wash of light from inside.