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Grandma

Muriel Meunier

The wind was blowing in gusts, buffeting the car, which swerved dangerously towards the precipice. Down below, the waves broke with deafening noise on the rocks. It was magnificent but terrifying. I ... [+]

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Drowned

Cléa Barreyre

I gently pressed their lifeless little bodies, letting them slip among their fellows, who had been there long enough for their original shape to have been long forgotten. They were sinking, slipping ... [+]