Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know about others, life, death, and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

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There’s a magic in them alleys. Where the moon fills with blood, and the margins of the city seep through cracks in the cement, opening the way for other things. How do I know? I’ve seen things; felt the whoosh of air from beating wings

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