Literature
Who is Caramel?
Brown eyes flitted up, toward the horizon where he the boy had picked up a sound of music, twisted and screeching, pulling out like taffy before snapping, shattered notes falling through the air. He frowned and tilted his head, ears picking up the distant sounds of a scratched record, forced to run backwards, pained lyrics rolling out in tumbled masses onto the hilly grasses, spreading out in thick and muddled colors, which fought for Clay's attention as a van, stuffed to the brim with human bodies, lumbered toward him, its masthead a woman leaning from the front window, screaming into the wind, her hair swept back by a sudden burst of hot ai