10. Tucked into her Ribs
There’s a knock on the door first thing in the morning. It wakens Abi. As she stumbles out of bed, something falls from her head: the cloth, crusty-dry and moulded to a rounded shape. The skin over her joints pulls and burns, and it takes longer than you’d imagine to get to the front door.
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