Jack’s a prisoner in his box. The doll’s house has lost all sense of calm, its furniture haphazardly arranged, its dolls prone on table tops, on stoves. One is waterboarding in the bath. The unicorn has had its name snapped off. The fire engine’s ladder’s stuck. Black plastic firearms are stacked against the wall. … Continue reading "No one’s Innocent by Frank Dullaghan"
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