I tug a binder over my head and tuck it around myself. It feels right. I toss shirts around the room, not sure that any will go. But I'm wrong. With my body shaped by the binder, everything works. I breath a sigh of relief. I'm comfortable in my body.
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Assorted Short Stories
Художественная прозаA collection of flash fiction for when you need a little literary pick-me-up in the middle of the day.
