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He brings her to the lab. What does she see? She sees me. She blinks. My timer beeps. She blinks again. I turn, take my test tubes off the rocker. Looking back, he’s standing with her, pointing round the room, and she, she’s smiling, blinking, smiling. My hands move without me, flicking open Eppendorfs, taking… Continue Reading Tania Hershman – Tiny Unborn Fish
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