Untitled - Ingrid Kallick

based on The Long and the Short of Long-Term Memory by Cecil Castelucci

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    A Taste of Interfictions 2
    • “I wonder why I still write you. After all, tomorrow you will disappear, yesterday you disappeared. Nothing changes, and everything is in flux on this island that shrinks, that swells… Do you know how hard it is to lead an infinity of lives all at once? I say an infinity, when really, it's just a great many lives in which I remain essentially the same. I have unendingly committed these words to paper and I have never done so. I am young and old, the wife who loves and deceives, the hieratic figure.

      But above all, I am weary.”
      From: L'Ile Close by Lionel Davoust
    • “I have never noticed until now the tender cut of your jaw, how the skin scoops inwards towards the throat, a reservoir for rain, or honey, or milk. I have never noticed the way your neck quivers next to the jugular. I have never noticed the way your sleep-sigh takes on a musical pattern, moving along in harmonic thirds, as though somewhere, in some dream, people are singing in chords.”
      From: Four Very True Tales by Kelly Barnhill
    • “My Obstetrician has four heads.
      She stands in front of me, arms crossed, tapping one foot.
      She only has the two feet.
      We are in Evanston, a socially-politically-ecologically aware suburb of Chicago, and she wears sensible shoes, expensive clogs and natural fibers to draw the eye away from the four heads.”
      From: Afterbirth by Stephanie Shaw
    • “After the children are asleep, she goes to her room and sees the dress of gold laid out on her bed, unzipped and waiting for her. The lining is embroidered with bees (from the mother's name, the dress was made for her).

      She looks out the window, as if she can signal someone, but it's night out, and the window might as well be painted over black.

      She puts on the dress and goes to his room.

      "Very good," he says, and she feels like her mouth has been stuffed with cotton and no light will ever reach her.

      When he zips the dress closed she can feel the bees spring to life inside the dress, a thousand tiny stings.”
      From: To Set Before the King by Genevieve Valentine

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