Malinda has been published in the Paris Review, Pushcart Prize and Epoch. Bam. This story feels Capote getting injected with heroin and noir.
1. She was stretching a cup of coffee into the infinite, sip by sip.
2. Outside, beyond the nimbus of the diner's floodlight, the night was at it's darkest, hoarding all.
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