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Cards With Alice

The sound of the shuffling cards calls the ladies to the table. I wait for them all, trying to ignore the familiar smell of death hanging in the air. Death smells like soup…

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Imposter

In June,
the fields fill up with wild daisies.
White flowers dancing in the breeze.
They’re beautiful,
but…

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