Sofie Verraest

photo of a pillow with story title One! Two! He Says, Firing the Guns

Sofie Verraest       Fields fly by. They’re squares. Then they’re triangles, lines, nothing. One after the next fields fly to nothing. A smell of beaten steel. Something unstoppable about this train. The whole way no one comes to check my ticket. Earlier today I’m visiting my grandpa again at the retirement home. It’s […]

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