Her Black Coal Heart a Diamond in My Hand
ShortStory 6,304 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"The ghosts the hollow-eyed girl in Junction Square was selling billowed from her basket in wispy ribbons, whipping and fluttering in wind I could not feel, their tantalizing snap and shudder of cloth lighter than air, heavier than sorrow. I saw her from the tram and found I could not look away."
Content warnings 3
abusedeathviolence
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