My phone rang and I picked it up and all I could hear was screaming.

“It was you she called,” Cora said. It took me a moment to understand what she meant. “Do you think I did it?” I asked. “I don’t know,” she said, “I don’t know anything about you.”

LULL, PATTERN, AND PURE BY ERIC BARNES 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 20

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