Mandy found herself in a shallow pool, like the one from her childhood. She smiled at the thought of it, of the peculiar youth she had left not too long ago. Her hands felt like meat – sweaty and thick, unable to move on their own. The pool sank into the grass in a now unfamiliar yard and she felt too heavy to escape. The air thickened, too, and Mandy’s skin began to crumble. She felt it tearing away, and left her with nothing but bones and bits of Earth in between, dozens of little purple turtles gnawing at the tendons.
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Title by: Mary Jolley
Story by: Jeremy
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