Friday, September 24, 2021

p. 25

A vagabond life of the mind.  An undefined life, like a Polaroid print that has only partially filled in.

Joyce Carol Oates

Cardiff, by the sea
2020

fabulous first paragraph

In the dark smelly place beneath the sink. Behind the drainpipes. She has made herself small enough to hide here.

Strands of a broken spider's web sticking to her skin. Her eyes wet with tears. Hunching her back like a little monkey. Arms closed tight around her knees raised against her small flat chest.

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