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selkie at 09:12pm on 16/04/2004
selkie at 09:12pm on 16/04/2004In The Nightmare of the Dark (100 wds)
A flask went round. Fayge kept such things to hand.
Six people in the orchestra pit, breathing air full of smoke and plaster. Bombs had fallen all night, screaming down through the dark. Steady there came the answering bark of long guns, mounted along the river. The building shuddered, brick and lathe tumbling down to crash amidst velvet-backed seats.
Hirsh sat back against back with Mikah, and Mikah whispered, "Not like this…"
Violeta pressed her forehead to Raissa's stuttering heart, and shivered for every shell that earthed.
"Be still," said Raissa. "They're on our side. They haven't forgotten we're here."
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The wind blows, but the candles are burning. Gloved in her hand, slid into her marrow like an armature of memory, the dybbuk reaches to kindle another wick that furls glass into a cup of fluttering light: another name against her teeth like stone and reflection, the splinter of mirror that she looked into when she searched for her grandfather’s brows, her mother’s eyes curtained with ghosts she never knew, and remembrance blew out like smoke instead. She wonders if she will recognize her grandmother’s name when it passes her tongue, a letter of fire. They are all God’s name.
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