the butterfly collector — hijacked amygdala

It was a butterfly that drew Aisha’s gaze to the bus stop across the street, where her husband was leaning against a lamp post with his back to her, facing a woman who was standing too close. Aisha was invisible, on the other side of the road, inside a boutique, pondering a scarf. She first […]

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