Maybe you hear a bell, heard it for years, clang-clang-clang. You sit on the floor, legs in a deep V, lean across to your left ankle.
Micro Prose: Husband or Electric Light by Melissa Goode
Micro Prose: Subject: Lay Off the Lays by Kim Magowan
Larry, emailing because you aren’t in your office, despite the fact that we have a division meeting in forty-five minutes, and you’ve skipped the last three.
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