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Eerie, Indiana drabble and a half: Poetry Slam
The spotlights bleached the colour out of Janet’s hair, turning the brilliant reds into a mass of chlorinated greens shot through with shadow. Sweat beaded on her upper lip and she licked it away, tasting salt and the acrid tang of fear. Beyond the stage, the audience sat in darkness, row upon row of empty, featureless faces. Here and there, silver ( Read more... )