Fiction
The Women Who Sleep With Their Eyes Open
A short story about pallbearers, gas, fire, and meat
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6 min readJun 25, 2020
The grass, it knows everything. Back then we were paranoid, convinced that our alarm clocks came equipped with recording devices. We feared the gas worming its way through the telephone lines. Can you smell it? I can smell it. How could you not? Smell it. Even the…
