Advection by Genevieve Valentine
The first day of fifth year a boy came in with the new eyeshields, a glossy expanse of black with no iris or pupil, and looking at him was like looking into an eclipse. All the other girls said it made them uncomfortable; they teased him to take them out, to put on some normal … Continue reading Advection by Genevieve Valentine
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