Competition Twenty-Nine Highly Commended: The Cosmology of Moths
The moths arrived the night I abandoned God. First one pressed, trembling, against the pane. The desk lamp that called it reflected in the glass between us like its crown. Then another. Then dozens. My accidental congregation. Our priest once said faith meant endurance. In truth, he was her priest: but I was […]
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