short story
{SHORT STORY}
She smelled of lilac smoke and hairspray, and other evanescent, nightly things distilled between her sheets. She’s a red, a dying breed, the kind with constellation freckles, and he’s taken with her. Taken far away.
She wakes up not to the proverbial breakfast of champions, but to the ( Read more... )
She smelled of lilac smoke and hairspray, and other evanescent, nightly things distilled between her sheets. She’s a red, a dying breed, the kind with constellation freckles, and he’s taken with her. Taken far away.
She wakes up not to the proverbial breakfast of champions, but to the ( Read more... )
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I especially like the bit in this blurb about how she takes her coffee black, because she always wanted to be that kind of person. Just little bits like that are strikingly insightful.
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