Forgetting – An exclusive short story by Olivia Kiernan
WE’RE late. Time moves around me, minutes, seconds dissolving. I hear the clatter of footsteps upstairs, the groan of the wardrobe opening, the slam of it closing.
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WE’RE late. Time moves around me, minutes, seconds dissolving. I hear the clatter of footsteps upstairs, the groan of the wardrobe opening, the slam of it closing.
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