Denne søndagens smakebit er hentet fra Lauren DeStefanos dystopi Wither.
I wait. They keep us in the dark for so long that we lose sense of our eyelids. We sleep huddled together like rats , staring out, and dream of our bodies swaying.
I know when one of the girls reaches a wall. She begins to pound and scream – there’s metal in the sound – but none of us help her. We’ve gone too long without speaking, and all we do is bury ourselves more into the dark.