Cogs, wires and jellies, useless at standstill, are put to task by the ghost in the machine.
Bones creak and teeth grind, she stands up heavily and winces at her reflection. Loveless and happy she puts her hopes in some vague truths. How can she fast with that ghost in her ear, she can function but forgot how to.
She drowsily stares at the screen.
- By Laila Ali Haid
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