Nsp | Stray

Only warmth.

In its palm sat a small, polished stone — gray with a single quartz vein like a lightning bolt. It had been carrying that stone for seventeen days. It had no directive explaining why. stray nsp

Here’s a short story inspired by the title — a blend of sci-fi, mystery, and quiet companionship. Stray NSP Only warmth

She was maybe nine, with eyes the color of smog-sky and a respirator strapped over her mouth. She didn't speak. Just squatted down in the rain and tilted her head at 447. stray nsp