“Lamina”
A short story by Eliza Master
Now Johnny’s gone. Tyana texts from the window sill. Her legs dangle outside. She won’t tell Max where Johnny went. An updraft blows her skirt … Continue reading
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Now Johnny’s gone. Tyana texts from the window sill. Her legs dangle outside. She won’t tell Max where Johnny went. An updraft blows her skirt … Continue reading