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The Short Form

“Children's Dreams”

Ana María Shua


If your house is a maze and in each room there's something waiting for you, if the chalk drawings you scribbled on your bedroom wall come to life and in the living room your sister's head drips blood onto the green chair's fabric, if there are things playing with your plastic animals in the bathtub, don't worry, little one, they're only children's nightmares; you'll grow up, and afteward you'll get old, and afterward you won't have any more horrible dreams.

We read it in Microfictions.