Hannah Sill

Joined June 2021

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On Remembering to Leave
Inside the barn, there are doors upon doors upon doors. They’re white but the paint is chipping. If I were to touch one, splinters would bore into my skin. All of the doors are identical.
By Hannah Sill5 years ago in Fiction
Easter Eggs in Garbage Bags
“I’ve never forgotten, you know,” she says and tilts her head up towards a kitschy pink and blue sky to avoid meeting his gaze. He imagines she must be looking uncomfortable right now but he could never tell from the projection. “What it feels like.”
By Hannah Sill5 years ago in Fiction