Messages from the Periphery: In Search of Myself
by Katharina Nolla
The lights went out and it was obvious there would be no more dancing in the streets as Leni faced the rubble of the bombed-out homes, once filled with laughter. At the sight of the devastation, a surge of heat rushed through her body. An urge sweet and enticing – lured her to inflict on the others what was done to her.