The Distant Affair
The glass plate cracked with a sound like a dry bone snapping inside a quiet throat, and for a moment, the only thing that existed in the world was the spiderweb of fractures radiating outward from the point where the ceramic spoon had struck the rim, a violent geometry that mapped the exact coordinates of her failure onto the surface of her mother’s favorite porcelain, the white glaze now a...
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