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Triptych: Nuala O'Connor — NEW FLASH FICTION REVIEW
There But For I rub in the hand cream, slide it over giraffey age spots, sniff the petal scent. Marcus watches this ritual with unbridled irritation. Before he would have wanted the cream slick on my palm, the better to slide him to ecstasy, to mix his bleachy spurt with the floral smell ‘Why do …