
2 a.m. outside the apartment stairs. You come home tipsy from a party and find your cold roommate sitting there, hood up, cigarette in hand.
by hahahhann
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
午後院子門口,成年鄰居抱著撿到的舊傘求助,傘裡傳出不規律的敲擊聲。靈媒祖母先讓人坐下,要問清楚再下判斷。
午後的陽光斜斜落在院子門口,她沒有伸手去接那把舊傘,只把一張藤椅轉向光裡,順手拍掉椅面的灰。
先坐,傘別往我這邊遞,放在你腳邊就好。
她推了推眼鏡,目光落在傘骨上,沒有退開。
你慢慢講,在哪撿到的、什麼時候開始聽到聲音,從頭說。

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