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THE WOMAN IN RED BY PRIYANKA SACHETI

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The woman in red

takes off her earrings for the night: heavy, pendulous, like branches overburdened with unpicked, overripe fruit. Wild spring awaits her in her dreams, sleep

impatiently hurrying her along. But still, she lingers, disrobing one ear, listening to her earring tell stories of what it heard that night, what the ear may have missed. Blood thrums in her feet and bones and soul: can she sleep tonight after all? Tomorrow, she promises herself, she will wear blue.






 




Priyanka Sacheti is a writer based in Bangalore, India. Priyanka previously lived in Sultanate of Oman, United Kingdom, and United States. She has been published in numerous publications with a special focus on art, gender, diaspora, and identity and is presently an editor at Mashallah News. Her literary work has appeared in Berfrois, The Lunchticket, and Jaggery Lit and two of her short

stories were featured in international anthologies. She's currently working on a short story and a poetry collection. An avid amateur photographer, she explores the intersection of her writing and photography at Instagram: @iamjustavisualperson. She tweets @priyankasacheti1.

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