Tomorrow. The word hangs in the air for a moment, both a promise and a threat. Then it floats away like a paper boat, taken from her by the water licking at her ankles.
Thrity UmrigarLiquor is the kiss of the angels as well as the curse of the devil. It can conceal but also can reveal
Thrity UmrigarShe always imagined that evil played out on a large canvas- wars, concentration camps, gas chambers, the partitioning of nations. Now she realized that evil had a domestic side, and its very banality protected it from exposure.
Thrity UmrigarHer hands were empty now, as empty as her heart, which itself was a coconut shell with its meat scooped out.
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