Dawn-Michelle Baude :: Literature

...He didn't have to warn me. I was at a kind of impasse. The blocks had gotten bigger, like they'd decided to enlarge somehow, adding some centimeters here, some there, their volume increasing accordingly. But I know the blocks in the pyramids are all of a maddeningly consistent size—about five and half feet in height and width. I was in front of one that had swelled to the point where I couldn't find a grip. It was strange—a now-you-see-it, now-you-don't moment, when you look away, and back, and it's changed. Something has changed. The person you loved no longer loves you. The one you relied on has died. It happens so fast....

 

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