Thinly Sliced Raw Fish
Fiction under 100 words by Christian Bell
Thursday, November 4, 2010
56: The Stain
The stain, can it be undone, he asks.
No, the voice says, booming, fatherly, it’s forever.
He looks up into blind glass.
Above, broken skies.
He feels chill, aches of tomorrow.
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