The first story is never more than a whisper. It echoes in the water dance of a mother’s womb and travels through a universe of umbilicus.
1001 Nights by Dina Honour
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Unwrapped by Dina Honour
He held it up and out, away from his body and along his arm. He used it to point at us sitting there in front of him. Over the curved edge, he gathered us in his sights.
Another Brick in the Wall by Dina Honour
… that long, rope-like braid would swish back and forth. She was an aging Pocahontas, a tribal medicine woman
