Holly
Someone’s replaced her hospital bandage with a new one, softer, handmade. Eventually the same person tries to remove it; Holly always pulls away. She realizes slowly that she’s not in the hospital, but...
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“No,” says Rob, at the threshold. Darlene’s already inside, working a mortar and pestle. In an arc to her side are slivers of white bone; to the other are tiny plastic bags. Splayed out on the floor...
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In the white there is the Word, and the Word is MEIT. Rob tries to speak the Word and stops. Ah, yes, to say the Word would make it transient; to speak is to debase it. He still his tongue. He stills...
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Along with the potatoes and roaches, Spiro survives the apocalypse via the simple expedient of immortality–or a mortality less permanent than most. His weary arms tug him out of the rubble inch by...
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Rob walks Albie Street, his shoes clattering softly together. “They call those crack tennies,” says Maya. “Who calls anything ‘tennies?'” says Rob. “You know what I mean,” says Maya. “I used to try and...
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