Unvoweled | The Saturday Evening Post
Join Anna had come unvoweled. There was not a single vowel in her. They had exited her like air when you are punched in the stomach, with a whoosh. But there was no punch. It just happened. And instead of air, vowels. Her husband barely even noticed, but he didn’t notice anything. Her kids noticed right away. The older kids were skeptical of her, and petulant. They were uneasy, but they had no more ability to process it than they had ability to process their own pubescence. They were like tents of skin with hot air filling them, puffing them out. The young toddler had no problem with her m...
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