Tag: claire
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Songs of Remembrance
Her hands moved over the piano; she played quietly, constellation eyes half closed, heart wide open. She sang, but only in her head, only in the place where she wouldn’t hear anyone else comment on her tone, on her pitch, on her projection. Fitful, she half-smiled, dreaming of all the places she’d been, all the…
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I could listen to her for hours
“I listen to him sing, almost every morning. I listen to him sing with his new hand because some caballero chopped off the old one, and I listen to him sing and I remember that he isn’t any more real than the rest of us are, except we’re all more real, to some, than others,…
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At This Waking
At this waking, she puts her hands out in front of her so that she can see them, and she discovers they are youthful, bearing strength and grace, and she uses them to fling off covers. There is one sneaker, old and dirty, on her foot, and she crows in delighted laughter, running for the…
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Happy Halloween
“Death to you and your open door,” she said, walking airily down the street. She avoided people, somehow managed not to touch them, and though she wore only dark slacks and a man’s white buttondown shirt with twenties in the pocket, and was barefoot, no one really saw her. Some people looked at her, but…
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Wearing The Bones And Blood
His leaving was unremarked by everyone, save for the girl, who felt hollow with his going. In the other bedroom, Claire whispered “Come back,” but no one could hear her in their own dreams. Less than an hour later, however, the girl would be the first awake to hear her cry out in pain and…