ARTEFACTS
Nov 04, 2021
2 minutes
Flash fiction by Annie Oliver
Illustration by Annie Vaughn
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emories bound up like a knot of itchy wool that I keep unravelling; examining each thread, pulling it apart so the strands alienate from each other, as lovers inevitably do. I give myself permission to slip back into us. I dig out the notes on my phone. The words don't offer me anything Monday to Friday, but
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