Valya---piece-5.avi

She was leaving a trail.

She smiled. Real this time.

Piece-2.avi :

I sat in the dark of my grandmother’s empty living room. I played it again. And again. Each time, I noticed something new: the way Valya’s fingers twitched every seven seconds. The faint bruise on her wrist that faded in and out depending on the light swing. The fact that she never once breathed audibly. Valya---Piece-5.avi