“Brain Scrub” by Elizabeth Kaye Cook
Her brain outside of her head had a cuteness, a lumpen-ness, a rubber-duckie dumbness. The bathroom lights shone on its surface. Squeaky clean.
Read moreHer brain outside of her head had a cuteness, a lumpen-ness, a rubber-duckie dumbness. The bathroom lights shone on its surface. Squeaky clean.
Read more“Do you love me?”
My body tenses at the question, at his sudden wakefulness. He’s never asked that before, never in fifteen years, not even when he took my skin from me.
Read more“Did you hear me?” Dr. Bergman leaned forward, put his long, crooked finger on her knee and tapped it three
Read more“It’s important, when breaking a man, to know the fulcrum at his core, and the lever that moves him.”
Read moreThe tall, westward-facing window in the spired nook offered one of the best views of the city. From the comfort
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