Sins: The Kiss

Her words were always crisp in the last lights of the dusk. A few of us broke them and kept under our tongues. They melted late into the night as we lingered in the tastes of first adolescence.

After her father died, she became unusually silent. We concluded, therefore, nothing she said were her own words.

We wanted to rinse our mouths.

Twenty-Nine

Between the evening and the night, one day, there was no dusk. And from light to darkness, the transformation had been so rapid that it hurt their eyes. They promised they would be blind by the next day after the first drops of blood from their eyes.

A rich man hired them by the news. His palace had twenty-nine windows and they made a great exhibition. Each of his windows had automatic blinds.