What we have left – Henna Johansdotter

No one seemed to notice the severed hand lying in the sink. Everyone walked by polishing tiles, pretending the house just needed cleaning. It wasn't really my fault, though, not having had time enough to spare. When we were kids we would rip caterpillars in two just to see which end would stop moving first. …

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A Picnic in Oblivion – Basilike Pappa

It was fluffy and green as far as the eye could see, with the bluest sky above. Maro said it smelled like cotton candy. She had to argue a little about it with Pandora, who was sure it smelled like cream pie. Thea said it wasn't that important. To her it was honey cookies; the …

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