Stories What the Mirror Wasn't Judging I undressed in front of the long mirror tonight instead of beside it. A small thing. Usually I turn slightly away while I take things off, the way you give a stranger room on a nar…
Stories The Question I Wasn't Answering I didn't decide to leave my hand there. I noticed, the way you notice a clock you've stopped hearing, that it had already stayed longer than smoothing my own nightdress could expla…
Stories He Has the Hands of Someone Who Waits Idyia / Entry 001 / Discover He arrived eleven minutes late. I had been sitting at the piano bench for those eleven minutes, which is to say I had been sitting with my hands folded…
Stories What Nefeli Sees Idyia / Entry 002 / Discover Nefeli came on Wednesday. She always knows when to come. She was already on the settee, legs folded under her, holding my good wine glass, when I came …
