Wow, look. The Catfish mom from Irkadura!
I was stunned. Came across this image by accident (couldn't find who the artist was!), while looking for a picture for the daily WRITING TIP Patreon post.
To those of you who read Irkadura...isn't this Irka's mom? I mean, look! Down to the very description! Here it is, from the book:
CHAPTER 1 (EXCERPT)
I was sitting on a potty and I learned how to say my first word, dura. I waddled up to mama and I said, “Dua.” I couldn’t roll the r.
She kept her eyes closed. “Be quiet.”
I watched the curtains sway, the maroon curtains over the balcony window. The rotting parquet pissed through by cats and dogs. “Dua,” I said, so happy I could say it. “Dua, dua.”
She said, “Go away.”
I touched her shoulder.
“What?” She sat up. “What do you want?”
“Who’s dura? Irka, who taught you this, huh?” Her face was crumpled with pillow creases. “You dumb girl. I’ll show you dura.” She struck me.
I flew to the potty and knocked it over. My urine soaked into my shirt and wet my face. She beat me. When I looked up, my mama was gone. In her place was a catfish. A big, scary catfish. It hung over me with its open suckermouth and it breathed its stagnant stink into my face. It hurt me. I bit my tongue lying on the floor by the curtains, right by the maroon curtains.
I never said another word.