Tag: Fiction
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White confetti
Darine opens her eyes; her vision is blurred with white confetti. She fixes her head in the fluff of her mother’s sweater. Earlier that day, Darine sat on a plastic chair on the balcony reading Perks of Being a Wallflower. Her mother sat on the floor next to her with a bucket of water and…
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The Hakawati That Saved My Life
A few months ago, on another mundane Saturday, I had a dream I used to have as a child – a decapitated woman sat in a tub of her own blood, her head beside her on the white tiles, gnawing at an apple. That morning, as I prepared my usual black coffee, I imagined myself…