Brigid O’Brien’s Little House

Aquatint in response to short story “Flora Mala.”

“Flora Mala” (excerpt):

“…walking in the street miles away from home, bougainvillea ripped out from Brigid’s shoulder blades, broke the skin with sharp red-tipped thorns.

The branches twisted around her until she found her voice, breaking an unintentional vow of silence. Her confession was hidden inside the stories she told to wide-eyed children in the street, stories about parents who were carried away on a northern wind and never returned to the small child left behind.

No one could look away…

‘Sinner,’ they whispered.



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