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From Planet 240
A short story by Charlotte Williams
Joy’s hands were turning wrinkly in the dishwater, yet she lingered, allowing long moments of a slowed time to soak into her skin. Through the misted windowpane she could see out to the garden and the steamy outlook reminded her of the tropics. She smiled at a glimpse of her younger self standing amongst lush green vegetation. It was all an imagination of course. Joy hadn’t known anywhere other than these blue Welsh hills and chilly seascapes but those who painted her often placed her like a Gauguin figure in an equatorial paradise and she liked that Joy much better.
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