Cecilia Kennedy reads an excerpt from "Between the Scalloped Edges", now available in Wrongdoing's first issue
From the spaces between the scalloped edges at the top of my kitchen cabinets, I sense something changing. Something tells me to look up. I canât quite place what that something is, but itâs one of those nagging feelings that grows into worry. Somehow, Iâm forgetting something important. Sometimes, I think that if I reach up high enough, and in-between the curved edges, Iâll find a head or a face or something Iâm not expecting. With each day the nagging grows, until I just tell myself to do it: to get on a stool and reach up there to the shelf, just beyond the scalloped part, and poke a finger in-between.
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