Velcro

I am twelve years old, and I am standing in the master bedroom. The bedroom my grandfather shares with his wife, the woman who is not my grandmother. The room with the bed they sleep in.It’s a very tasteful room. My grandfather’s wife has exquisite taste. No bright colors. Not even any deep, rich colors….

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Mandatory Dreaming

Gemini Burns pressed a fingertip into the soil around her bonsai tree to check its moisture levels. She got as close to the plant as she could, pretending to stand beneath it, imagining the staggering heights a tree used to be able to reach. The daily ritual of inspecting its tiny leaves for signs of…

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The Shirt

The third time M sees an ad for The Shirt drift by on her feed, she buys it. Everyone’s been wearing it, or at least everyone that matters: the blonde swimsuit model who just got back from Mallorca, the brunette always posing with her pair of teacup dogs, even the redhead perpetually running in kaleidoscopic wildflower…

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