A fall Saturday with a side of free fiction, sounds like fun to me!
Who Walks With You by Premee Mohamed
With her glasses knocked off and, presumably, buried alongside her, it takes a while to realize what she’s looking at. Ah: light entering not through the usual place (the roof, which is transparent) but somewhere else (the wall, which is supposed to be opaque).
That’s right. She remembers now. The outside came in.
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J.R. Johnson 
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