Joanna Ruocco

The realization that my death could never be proved, forensically, to me, was at first a great relief; I'd long resented the foregone conclusion of my dying. Then I began to miss that certainty, irrational as it had been; I sorrowed as we do when any great trust is broken.

More fiction by Joanna Ruocco is featured in [C.], an anthology of Stamp Stories from MLP.

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