She emerged from the back door and lifted her face to the sun.

We stared through the garage door from the dark. None of us breathed. In that rectangle of light, she was separate from us, unreal and apart, as if spot-lit and on stage.

ALL ARE NAKED BY MICHAEL MATEJCEK 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 116

It was the year all the rules governing our bodies changed. Our blood flowed only southward, draining our brains of ever…