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in the winter
craft literary - 2020 flash fiction contest winner
in the winter i’m pretty because the loneliness makes my face slack, my eyes intense. there are no stories without loneliness.
nick wants to know if the salt will soften me, so we dive into the sea and fight to keep each other below its surface.
another chicago magazine
the first time isabel saw camila’s ghost, she was standing at her bedside next to the iv drip. her face was still eighteen and fresh.
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