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Sally And Her Daddy Were Feasts For The Worms, The Cryptor Child Was Next
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She
tried, at the end of everything, to open her eyes and feel the beating of love
inside her. She scavenged memories, raking with her bare hands th..
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The beating of the quiet
chest, then came the Holy water. Suckled from the orifice of a gargantuan, tropical
fruit, opened in a coned split in the c..
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Kroll was a head distorted in
the glass of a cylindrical vase. Her eyes pierced through the interweaving
stems. Felicity’s eyes bubbled open s..
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As the world was a blinking shimmer of moonlight,
fading back and forth across perhaps 6 hours, what came to Felicity’s mind and
stayed t..
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‘Good morning,’ the voice said. CLAP.
She didn’t
believe it. It was still dark; the moon was a milky eye peering through the oak..
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Finally, …
She was walking, knee-deep in a rug of water. Her
feet were enveloping in sand, so she made good pace. She had left the 4th
tr..
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‘Come on, come on.’
Madam Kroll hung over, her face a head away from
Felicity’s. She was a dark smear across the copper light d..
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“6 nights
east was where they found shelter, food was little, but their company was
aplenty.”
The night
Felicity Jane Dahmer took of..
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