The Curiously Stunted, Incomprehensibly Disjointed, Perfectly Inadequate Adventures of Nicholas Cornelius Holloway – Episode 16

“I call them glimpses,” she said. “The things I see. Like a picture focused on one bit at a time,” she said. “Places or events or sometimes they’re just words, and it’s like someone talking in another room. I can only barely hear it if I’m perfectly still and listen hard. But it’s not like hearing really. It’s more like … remembering.”

She laughed and rubbed her arm.

“My mood seems to matter,” she said. “I don’t like what the glimpses say when I’m sad. I find something else to listen to.”

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