Small. Smaller than the fanned leaves of the Gingko tree. Palm of the hand small. So small, you wouldn’t believe. Terrible. I mean, you could see me, if you tried—if you wanted to—but it’s not like I’m really there or anything.
Cami Park writes small things various. Her work can be found in places like Quick Fiction, Smokelong Quarterly, Opium Magazine, Hobart, FRiGG Magazine, & elimae. She keeps a blog called Mungo at http://oddcitrus.wordpress.com.
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