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The last curse was .

The crowd dispersed. A new day began. Somewhere, on a freshly poured sidewalk, a child picked up a stick. afilmywa

She slammed the book shut. But it was too late. The word had already nested behind her eyes. She could feel it now, a soft, grey membrane growing over her memories. She tried to remember her mother’s face. A flicker. She tried to recall her own name. A haze. The last curse was

My neighbor’s new cat is named Afilmywa. He says it’s “an old family word.” on a freshly poured sidewalk