short story
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Midnight Blue
The masked individual is a faceted crystal, as he spins, a game of light and reflection, color and shadow remind the beholder he can never be known. There is a blue labyrinth as a stage today, his long black cape sways effortlessly in special agreement with the space that holds him, a long hallway with…
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A Projected Image
I lie awake, knowingly alone, uncomfortable in this bed, restless. I switch off the light. My senses download a memory past three in the morning. It’s a wound, that of an animal. I can smell it, so close to me that I can see the sheen of the fur upclose, the different length in hair…
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