Body text

April 30, 2017

One day, she awoke to find the ghosts of letters printed across every part of her skin. It was as if she’d gone to bed wrapped in newsprint, stories overlapping stories, headlines and body text.

I’ve been reading too much, she said over breakfast. I think I need a break from the news.

It’ll be here when you get back, he said, peering over the folded-down corner of the local paper.

Outside, she rubbed lemon juice into her flesh, and reclined in a deck chair, waiting for the sun to bleach away the words that haunted her.

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  1. Haunting

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