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DON’T FEED THE TROLLS
5:10 AM. Daisy lays in bed with her eyes wide open. Across the room, her smartphone screen glowed, winking at her. It was distracting: irritating, yet beckoning her. She…
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ION
6. She’s still holding onto me tightly – one hand on my thigh, the other at my side – frowning. As if she doesn’t realise it’s her responsibility.
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A PASSION
Your breath in my ear. Your voice, whispering, ‘Does it still feel good?’ It’s because of the voice, Your voice, that my energy is replenished. I try to…
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I HAVE YOU
Dearest Calpurnia, I don’t know if you are still counting the days of my exile, but today it has been five years exactly since my slow death…
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CLOSED HOUSE
Now that he’s lying here beside her, his skin sweaty, her body warm and still against his, he wonders whether he has crossed a line. His hand caressing…
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NAVA
1 Before he drains the pan, instantly rendered incapable of seeing anything because of the vapour that rises from the sink like a fine mist, he…
