Rina wakes before the bell and lies still, reading her. Anna sleeps on her back, one hand curled near her chin. Everyone born down here sleeps like that, nothing like the training reels. Her breath is shallow and fast. It has been getting faster for a week, and Rina knows it the way she knows … Continue reading Rotation Seven (Grain Series)
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Rotation Seven
Rina wakes before the bell. Always does. Anna's face is fifteen centimeters away on the shared pillow, mouth slightly open, one hand curled near her chin. Rina counts the breaths. Seventeen per minute. Yesterday was fifteen. The day before was fourteen. The wake bell sounds at 0400. Anna's eyes open, find Rina's immediately. "Kumusta ka?" … Continue reading Rotation Seven
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