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Show and Tell

“Come in, come in,” he mutters, edging around the heavy dark desk, moving carefully, perhaps a bit stiffly, to avoid knocking over the books and papers piled, half-read, along its outer reaches. “I’ve been hoping to see you for a…

Ashes

“How am I so confident?” She rubbed her lips, I think imagining another version of herself taking a cool film noir drag on a cigarette. “Am I? No, no I’m just good at not acting, uh, unconfident? Nervous. Whatever. I’m…

Words

The first word they invented was for the fire that forged them. I suppose we would translate it as ‘mother’. The second word they invented was for the water that submerged and cooled them, that allowed them to take a…