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The Fortune of Death

The coffin was small enough for either of her uncles to carry by themselves. She sneaked a peek at her mother’s wet, twisted face, and her mother’s sunken eyes locked with hers. Somehow, they flickered with relief. The little girl crimped her lips and dropped her head. She pulled her chin tight into her chestContinue reading “The Fortune of Death”

Tea Time

Her screams are the only ones you hear. Until the kids start to scream. Sometimes they scream for them to stop. Sometimes they scream from fear. Sometimes, they just scream. They’re different. His screams. They’re jumbled with peals of laughter and squeals of ‘it’s my turn, Daddy.’ With giggles bubbling and flowing around them, betweenContinue reading “Tea Time”

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“If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.”

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  • The Fortune of Death
    The coffin was small enough for either of her uncles to carry by themselves. She sneaked a peek at her mother’s wet, twisted face, and her mother’s sunken eyes locked with hers. Somehow, they flickered with relief. The little girl crimped her lips and dropped her head. She pulled her chin tight into her chestContinue reading “The Fortune of Death”
  • Tea Time
    Her screams are the only ones you hear. Until the kids start to scream. Sometimes they scream for them to stop. Sometimes they scream from fear. Sometimes, they just scream. They’re different. His screams. They’re jumbled with peals of laughter and squeals of ‘it’s my turn, Daddy.’ With giggles bubbling and flowing around them, betweenContinue reading “Tea Time”
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