Roxy leans her bloodied face against the doorpost. The phone?

I have to tell you something, Roxy says. She takes hold of Maddalena’s hands. They stare into each other’s eyes.

ANGEL LOVE BY BEN HARDWELL 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 61

The desert stretches to the flat line of the horizon (there’s this smudge of a purple outcrop of hills) and on the edge of an airstrip this tiny figure, Maddalena in a long black dress (…

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