Reality/Nancy

Female | Age unspecified | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 33

EXTRACT: then you are the river, then you are walking with me and your feet are printed on the dryness like mine. you realise you're walking on a river bed of bones, hidden in the deep, achingly dryand uncovered. you can hear the moaning of the dead, and I can hear your soft breathing. nothing is said except you tip your hat in my direction, you see my mother hanging by the neck, and suddenly the day is so bright there are no shadows

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