Kelly Dolejsi – Madeleine

The ginger tea had gone bitter. Joe didn’t mind. He slurped it while it was still hot and waited for Gagin, who would arrive exactly one minute early, as expected, wearing his team jersey as though this were a game. Joe stood and pulled out a chair for his old friend. “You already order?” Gagin…

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Kelly Dolejsi – The Sub

Ella endured another round of fouette turns, the joy gone, as gone as air once you breathe it — that is, not gone, but having suffered an irreversible process. The joy was outside her body, beyond the iron curtain of her leotard. She could see it in the mirror, watching class from one of the…