Sunday Stories: “The Dances We Did Between Rocks and Hard Places”

The Dances We Did Between Rocks and Hard Places by Julie Reverb An eyeless spy hides. He’s seen the end so rests his head against a dead fox in a wardrobe. Old fur warms even ghosts’ stubborn skin. He keeps his breath gilled — silent — above uncracked bone. He wonders why he bothers when there is nothing to guess, no outcome unknown. Sitting on the single bed, Lucy adjusts the gash in her gown. A perfunctory valley, where hiraeth […]

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