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The Short Form

“Stone Animals”

Kelly Link

Excerpt

When Carleton was three months old, Henry had realized that they'd misunderstood something. Babies weren't babies—they were land mines; bear traps; wasp nests. They were a noise, which was sometimes even not a noise, but merely a listening for a noise; they were a damp, chalky smell; they were the heaving, jerky, sticking manifestation of not-sleep.

We read it in Magic for Beginners.

Originally published in Conjunctions 43.