Fresh Air

Chimera 66 #10

My sister didn’t want to go to school that day. Feigning a fever, she sought sympathy from Mama, who was not easily fooled.

“Let’s check your temperature.”

Shaking the thermometer down; the bulb inadvertently tapped against the porcelain countertop.


Droplets of liquid metal, suddenly freed, scurried like quicksilver across the tiles;




Then, they congregated in the grout lines. They pooled back together.


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