![]() ![]() Some days it lives in the muscles between my ribs, making every breath feel like an argument.” There’s no telling where it will be-my hips, my shoulders, my spine, my thighs, my hands. When I do try to move, there will be pain. ![]() I can’t feel anything, because I have not yet tried to move. Sarah’s Short Fiction:ĭrones to Ploughshares (2020): “No one ever had to know that he noticed things he didn’t log.”Īway with the Wolves (2019): “I can’t feel anything, really. Have you already loved Sarah Gailey’s work? American Hippo ? The Fisher of Bones ? Magic for Liars and Upright Women Wanted and When We Were Magic ? Are you looking for more? Have we got a treat for you! As part of Sarah’s Guest of Honor week, we’re pleased to compile some of their short fiction, essays, interviews, and other work from around the web. ![]()
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