Rob Hunter
The Tirewoman Gabriel
By Rob Hunter Harry Hirshberg, my surgeon, swims into a fragile focus. Harry’s face grows huge and menacing, and then dissipates to scuttle and scamper in an array of miniature whirlpools. Harry picks up the phone and the whirlpools are sucked down a hospital drain. A potted begonia nods knowingly from a bedside table. Scree-click. [...]
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