Daily story, March 29, 2025

Is, was, will, might, ought. Did any of it matter? It was all just talk, all coloured with falsehood. A film over the world like the one her mother had on her eyes, slowly blinding her. She drank the potion down and felt it all melt away: every word she had ever known, and the ways to put them together, and the way a little sound could conjure up an entire person she would sooner forget. It left a taste on her tongue. She couldn’t say what it was. But she could feel it.