The Slide
Chapter 9 | Aftermath
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4 min readMar 22, 2022
Pain?
Yes, pain.
Nothing… Floating in the dark. Oh, so that’s what it is. No pain. Papa, is that you? Each of them blurred, surrounded by translucent vibrant eggs of light — pulsing.
Farha was in repose in tall green grasses, waving in a warm breeze, listening. The grasses and the orchard trees were laughing, giggling as if tuning up…
