Fiction. Short stories. Trade paperback.
I tied the wig head to a stack of televisions and made my preparations. On hands and knees, I chased all rodents from the nest. I rubbed my body with herbs in the river bed. I cut my hair and oiled my bald scalp until it hummed. Then I dressed myself in my best garment, a white linen sheet, and began my vigil before the wig. I waited in bowed silence for three days and three nights for it to speak. And then it did.
Available March 27, 2019.
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