8 __Itty Bitty Bastards № 1

There’s a door at the end of the hall marked with an eight.

Sofia doesn’t like to look at it, or think about it, or tell anyone that the number reminds her of the eyes of the swaying man they found in that very room. Rope tight. Neck broke. Toes twitching.


Art: Justin Weingartner

Words: Peter Hammarberg


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