A dreamy little flash called Hair Spread Like Sea Fronds is free to read at Ellipsis Zine:“The way she remembers it can’t be the way it happened, but it’s the way it creeps into her dreams, soundless and in filtered blue-green light…” It mentions an Indian silver anklet of ...
I raised my head and there she was, with an irresistible smile on her round face.“What are you looking at?” you asked.“Ants.”“What are they doing?”“No 44 .”“I bet they’re playing games and make friends. Don’t you think so?”...