Stories of the Week: 2008 - 2009
Instead, she stares right at us, her shoulder half-naked in broad daylight.
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Pale dust clung to their skin like the lime he had thrown on the dead.
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Virginia surprises herself: she wants this warmth, wants skin and breath.
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It was a Tuesday, so they made love. She thought it was a fair compromise.
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Three fingers had been cut from her right hand, two from her left.
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His mind was a glass vase shat-
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tered into pieces across the floor.
Her sentiments maudlin, malaise dripped like a fever from her pores.
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