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Stitch
The pain in her side was sudden, a sharp and toothsome thing that dug in and held, without any intention of going anywhere else. It spread wings within her spine, and its talons slowly encircled her heart, and began to … Continue reading
Return 6
We tried to wake it, but it would not rouse. Bloodless, it seemed like stone. All of its color had poured into the water, and cleared it, giving the pool life, giving us life. The Captain named the place ‘Songfall’, … Continue reading
All I Remember Is
“All I remember is the bus, the bus with the silent women, the silent women but in my head they have no eyes and I don’t remember if that’s the way it was in the picture, or if they had … Continue reading
Return 5
At the crest of the hill, we stood, looking out over the valley below. The surface rubble here was beginning to be overtaken by the stonegrass. It spilled in spiked tufts down the face of the cliffs leading to the … Continue reading
The Girl Who Would See
When she arrives on the landing, she is wearing only one sneaker, and in the pocket of her faded men’s button-down shirt, there is a twenty-dollar bill. “I’m home,” she tells the loft, as she enters, her hand on the … Continue reading