Scene 10, by Chantel Barton

It was cold. And not just the bite in the Spring breeze outside. The cheap white paint on the walls. The sheen on the tiled floor. The steel elbows of the furniture. The word institution. Fliss’s heart dropped like a rock in the ocean each time she let herself disappear through the doors – each...

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