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“What?” “Human beings.” Hadiza pinched a fluty key, let it linger. +++ Emmanuelle refused to discuss Evan’s ascension until the sixth day, when the sky, a pierced hammock, slipped at one end and unleashed an unworldly torrent. The smashing and tumbling outside precluded their meddling at the piano, so that they rested, Hadiza on the bench, Emmanuelle on the floor, facing each other, sipping tea, their legs crossed. Hadiza wore the same Salvation Army clothes. “How did it happen?” she said. “How did what happen?” “Evan.” Emmanuelle lowered her cup. Her mother had warned her against retelling the episode, but the static outside, the panes shifting with rainwater, offered escape that she knew would vanish when the storm ceased. She brushed hair from her temples and cleared her throat. “He was ill.” “What with?” “We tried to, but could not find it out. Mom claimed he had chicken pox; ulcers covered his arms. A light bit through his chest, where his heart should have been.” “If he had the ulcers in a dream,” said Hadiza, “he would have woken to great riches.” “One night he shuffled to the backyard. We rushed downstairs after him. We grappled one another at the threshold when a wind seized him and whirled him to the clouds.” “How did his leaving make you feel?”

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The Round, Fall 2014: Issue XI  

Enjoy the eleventh issue of "The Round," a literary and visual arts magazine based at Brown University in Providence, RI.

The Round, Fall 2014: Issue XI  

Enjoy the eleventh issue of "The Round," a literary and visual arts magazine based at Brown University in Providence, RI.

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