The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream was of teeth. Mara woke with a metallic taste in her mouth. The ceiling fan spun. It cut the air into thin, slicing ribbons. She lay still. The sheets were damp. Her hand trembled. She touched her lip. It was broken. A small cut. Fresh. Red. She sat up. The room was cold. The apartment was small. It was a box in the city. Concrete and glass. The view was of other boxes. Other lives....

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