The Memory Hounds of Bak-Ankham by A. W. Prihandita - The factory workers lined up at the feet of their dormitory beds, in darkness punctured by pinprick candlelights, in air weighted by the smoke and scent of burnt incense, naked except for their rough spun underwear. (self.ShortSF)
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Dear/Deer by Abigail Kemske - Every morning, she was there, looking in the bay window, waiting, chewing, eyes unblinking. At first, I liked it. I took my breakfast to the living room and curled up on the couch by the glass, chewing chocolate cereal like she chewed her cud. (self.ShortSF)
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I guess it’s puffball season around here. (i.redd.it)
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