Sara Elise MacDougall
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Both the head and tail of the ouroboros;
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The Pink Doors
Hux plants himself on the cafeteria stool beside you, heedless of his own impropriety. Hard to believe he’s fifty-three with pouches under his eyes and silver woven into the neglected terrain of his face. He is still fresh and hairless in your mind. None of you are the faces molded by gravity and time. You’ll never look at him and not see the lanky fledgling, two front teeth busted out from catapulting himself off the third-floor banister. That was the year the Health and Wellness Association put up the floor to ceiling glass in every hallway. You used to be able to stop at any given point on the walkway and peer over the edge to the atrium below, or gaze up all the way to the seventh floor. The nurseries. You thought it odd back then that they moved you down a floor every few years as you got older. It felt counterintuitive in some way. Back then it seemed like surely there was some apex we were all rising towards.
By Sara Elise MacDougall 5 years ago in Fiction
