Now when I see my own arm, the tattoo that on my eighteenth birthday marked my freedom, I think only of the tattoo that marked her servitude. Through this ink, I feel the connectivity of flesh. From the short story Vision by Tiffany Briere (published in Tin House Magazine Vol. 15 No. 3.) Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that…
Tag: Tin House
2014/01/12 #SundaySentence
If you keep giving me these eyes that note all the details – if you tell me the lawn is manicured but you dont’t tell me that it makes your character both deeply happy and slightly anxious – then I’m a little bit frustrated with you. I want a story that’ll pull me in. I…