Breathless

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Dusk. Deep blue sky. Distant gleam of evening star. Quiet like the inside of a rib cage, only sound that of air moving through lungs:...

The house faced east, towards a notch in the mountains that from December to March neatly cupped the rising sun. I’d lived there two...

A follow-up to Fratricide and Other Felonies . Written for a prompt submitted by SilentJudgement.