Sibylla stared at the pockets in her skin. “I don’t remember those being there before,” she thought as she started patting them down, like a tradie looking for where she’d left her keys. The pockets were neat and without any scar tissue. Some were voluminous with generous give. She imagined she could store a small … Continue reading Sibylla and the Skin Pockets
A little wooden boat bobs restlessly in the inky sea. The starless sky offers no relief. Blackness descends and closes in. A figure in the boat looks around fruitlessly. Her name is Vida. There’s no sign of shore, no leading lights. She imagines the shore must be straight ahead of her, where the boat is … Continue reading The Boat
Sugar tiptoes along the brick path at the side of her house. The light from her phone shining dully to check for any trip hazards. "I hope that idiot dog next door isn’t out doing his business," she thinks. "He should be minding his own business, not doing it, yeah." Sugar almost chuckles at her … Continue reading Sugar
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