Sunday, 12 October 2014

Victoria Ngai

1)  And while I stood, staring, the girl gradually faded into the mist, receding until nothing was left but a pale, mournful face, which impressed upon me the effects of speech: “I am not her child, not yours, nor am I a child at all…” 



2)  He returned home and turned on the lights, only to find that the knife was lying in a pool of blood on the table again…



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