Grayce Keen
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Blackguard
She flinches away from him, recoils from his outstretched arm. His fingers seize the air in front of her face – his knuckles press white against the skin of his right hand. The fireplace is at her back and she is nothing but a silhouette to him, a wraith, a ghost, a demon. He tries not to look too hard at her, but under the crack and spit of firewood he almost hears a whimper. He closes his eyes. His fist is shaking. He has not yet returned it to his side.
By Grayce Keen5 years ago in Fiction
Cessation of Feeling
Day 3 Her chest is moving but she cannot breathe. She clutches her side, struggles against the stab of a stitch in her abdomen, remembers that breathing through the nose is sometimes easier. She closes her eyes against tears. She only notices the hope she had stored up in this house now that it is no longer there.
By Grayce Keen5 years ago in Fiction
