Elena puts her hands into her red hair, sliding her fingers in, like reaching into hanging ivy. She gathers thick strands into her palms and makes fists, pulling back hard and causing her head to tilt back, exposing her throat to me. With the sun behind her, she is a silhouette of orange fire and […]
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Without FocusSome nights, here alone in my house, the words I want to write flit about like moths at a bare bulb, and all I need do is reach my hand out and grab them. This is not one of those nights. I phone Nikola, wondering if he will be awake at two in the morning. […]
MercyDevURLIt was her lips that brought Mercy’s attention to focus: how red more than red, plump and liquid in the light of the kitchen’s fluorescent, a swath of scarlet across her pale, pale skin. Julia was everything that Mercy was not: smooth where she was rough, light where Mercy was dark. “Read my tea leaves,” […]
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