Novel
Published in SixSentences
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A strand of hair, light black, drops down from her clip and brushes her right cheek, just above her birthmark. She’s reading. Drinking coffee, two sugars, no milk. The cup has a ring around it; there had been a few before. Her hands tremble while holding the book, as the story is told, and she puts the strand back in place. Without a thought, she licks at the edge of her mouth – the last sip of the last cup – and turns the page.