A story in many unequal parts, some missing – 10

She was a fake oracle. But then, so much
was not quite real, so much was over the
top, it was hard to tell the difference. Not
that we thought about things like that.
The air was…

Read the whole poem here. I’ve created a new home for this story and all its unequal parts, so it will be a lot easier to read and catch up on previous posts. Will post links here or you could follow the new blog/subscribe via email. Do leave a comment if you are tracking this story!


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