Livia Llewellyn | It Feels Better Biting Down

“What’s with the lawnmower. No one mows this early in spring.” “It’s June,” I reply. “Spring should be long gone.” My twin sister rolls over onto her back, rubbing the afternoon sleep from her eyes with ten long, pale fingers and two long, pale thumbs. I’m lying next to her in our nest of pillows on the living room carpet, holding a book with hands that look just like hers, pale and strange, the extra finger curving into each palm. | Copyright 2014 by Livia Llewellyn. Narrated by Susan Hanfield. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices