Megan M. Davies-Ostrom | The Rainmakers

“When in doubt—” I catch Thomas’s eyes and hold up a jar of sparkle lip gloss. “—add more glitter.” The mirror we face is cracked and wreathed in vanity lights that flicker in time with the strained chugging of the ancient generator outside. The smells of old perfume, road dust, and hush puppies fill the painted wooden wagon that serves triple duty as my transportation, home, and dressing room. I blame the generator for that last odour. We restocked on biodiesel at our last stop, and now everything smells like frying corn. | Copyright 2021 by Megan M. Davies-Ostrom. Narrated by Stefan Rudnicki. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices