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I stare at the veins on the back of your hand. Try to decipher the intricate map they form. Watch how they converge and clash, branch off in various directions, like rivulets forming estuaries of flesh, like dead-end streets.

One of these days I’m going to tell you what I read. I’ll ask for these veins to stretch through your nails, make them blush scarlet, disclose themselves, divulge your secrets. Then I’ll be ready to start searching for another map.

 

 

 

Konstantina Sozou-Kyrkou lives in Athens, Greece but writes in English. She holds a BA(Hons) in Literature and an MA in Creative Writing from Lancaster University. Her stories have appeared in print and online in several literary magazines. Her first short story collection entitled Black Greek Coffee is available from Amazon.

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