The Trapdoor – Anna Hetyey

  The lull in the conversation, the signal for something new. In desperation, ideas become too few. Walking to the lounge room, to all appearances normal. Silent, eerie, like a tomb.  Awkward in feeling, and formal. The blinking, the hesitation, seeking reassurance with a smile. Hands and knees and concentration – “Here it is, stay…
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