The Wistful Dinner
You are in the kitchen. It is dark. The moon is a thin blade of bone. You hold the jar. It is heavy. It is cold. Inside, something moves. It is not water. It is not wine. It is milk. White and thick. It swirls slowly. You do not drink. You watch. Your sister is gone. She has been gone for three days. The house is silent. The silence has weight. It presses against your eardrums. You are not...
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