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Fingerprints on Cold Metal

The evening sun slants towards the shipwreck. Faint traces of lost fingerprints on cold metal fade as the sky turns its blue inside out and the last vestiges of ordinariness are apprehended by this year’s ghosts. I promised myself I … Continue reading

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Mam has gotten worse since the baby died, her pain visible in the sunken hollows where her eyes used shine. No more children, I overhear her say one night. It’s over. Aren’t there operations you could have, the Old Man … Continue reading

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