Splinter

L. Richardson

Seeing the splinters on the door, we felt the same strange urge and withdrew our judgments of Sleeping Beauty. Why not prick your finger on a spindle or jump from a great height? Between the decision and the pain is the most powerful feeling. When it seems like you could sleep for a hundred years or that the wind might catch you.

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The Third Woman in Space

Zoë Däe

Someone needed to know that she’d had dreams. She’d had plans. She wasn’t just an old woman whose life had ended when she had her son. She was somebody.

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Fanfare for the Common Man

M. E. Kopp

Mrs. Blixt says there is the tiniest, immeasurable space between people, that you can’t truly touch someone. It’s simply nerves, and perhaps hope, that convinces us we do. Though her sweater is coarse against my cheek, Mother feels very far away.

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