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Mavis

Mavis

Jean had just taken a bite of eggs when she saw the old woman outside the cottage window, flanked by mist. The cottage resided just above the sea on a cliff, rolled over with a light blanket of moisture. The waters below gently whined and splashed below, disguising the sounds of the old woman's footfalls.

Eyes squinted, the old woman cupped her fingers and waved in gentle oscillations. Keep Reading

Kiffs

Kiffs

Nightmares of white mountains—

Charles waited outside the apartment, rubbing his hands, blowing into the fold. It was night, and it was supposed to be cold. But the ends of his fingers were numb, and his eyes teared in the raw blasts of the wind tunnels. He didn't remember it being this cold, but things had changed. Keep Reading