forty-eight (candlewick, part two)

Kay was one of those they’d Banished. Like prisoners in the old days, or the mad or the homeless, the Banished were as good as dead. In the eyes of the law, anyhow. They had no right to roof or food or love, no right to speak (in public or in … Continue reading

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sixteen (candlewicking)

Now, don’t go supposing I’m messed in the head, like the others. I may be blind, but I’m not stupid. I know there are plenty of us who are a bit cracked, but not I. Not I. They first made themselves known when I was four, or maybe five. Candlewicking, my mother … Continue reading

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