The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The glass breaks. Not shatters. Breaks. Like ice under a boot. You are holding it. Your hands are shaking. The liquid spills over your knuckles. Cold. Slush. You look at your sister. She is standing by the window. Her back is to you. The wind pulls at her coat. It is a Tuesday. It is always a Tuesday when the trouble starts. The room is small. Too small. The air tastes of dust and old paper....

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