The Concubine
by Jason T. Kocher January 10th, 2010 - Creative » Writing »
We hear a muddled voice, speaking in rhythm and de facto secrecy, repeating…memorized lines…a religious act…or an act of mild mannered madness. Blues and greys fading to black fill the blanks of the walls, a small white bed somewhere in center. A Victorian nonchalance hangs in the air as it does in her hair, brunette […]
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