THE VIEWER DOESN’T SEE THE WORLD, SHE IS A PART OF IT
Nov 22, 2018
2 minutes
Flash fiction by Anna Nazarova-Evans
Illustration by Sara Gironi Carnevale
The first sign was when he rang at five o’clock on Monday morning, hiccupping whilst explaining that the turning came out of nowhere, that he couldn’t call the police because he’d been out for a drink. I found
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