There’s nothing more terrifying than blank space, Maryanne thought. The freedom was unbearable, suffocating, even. Everything can go wrong with blank space. Everything can be perfect with blank space. It was the not knowing what could happen; the finiteness of possibilities. She wasn’t used to it. Her life couldn’t be less like blank space. In fact, […]
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Maryanne
Upon entering Maryanne’s apartment, I noticed a peculiar stench but said nothing of the matter. I hoped that maybe it was the Indian food she had had last night, which she was raving about all night tonight. I was hoping it was something that elegant. Indian food. But it wasn’t, of course it wasn’t. After […]
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