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THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 4]

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 4]

“The rhythm of good music casually beats to the steady sound of our souls.” -Salamandre, Brixie Boundaries for Social Interaction Volume VIX “There you are Salaslav!” Louisa exclaimed and it was the prettiest word he’d ever heard. He’d change his name to hear it again. And then change it to hear

LIGHT ON ICE

LIGHT ON ICE

They were broken before they began, two snowflakes pirouetting toward the ground, toward the lights of a city made just for them. Everything was ordinary when the morning in question appeared, new and bright with a faint layer of fallen snow. December days were sometimes like that though, routine at

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 3]

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 3]

 “Flood every river of your mind with only the muckiest of water and you will forever be quenched with the thirst of appeal.” -Salamandre, excerpt from a rejected submission to The Brixie Journal of Jangular Babbles and Jingular Enterprise, Spring Vol. XVII The first night among the shelves, Salamandre couldn’t

THE DISAPPEARING ACT

THE DISAPPEARING ACT

For the third week in a row, Janet forgot to shave her legs. The first time she forgot was on a Sunday when she was changing into her swimsuit for Joel’s pool party. Janet looked at her legs as she slipped on the pink bottom to her tankini and after

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