The Pandemic Summer

Teresa opens a shoebox archive of Polaroids and bygone summers. The pictures span her childhood to teens.

“I’ve never seen you human,” Max says.

The leporine woman sees him load the old camera. “You can still buy instant film?”

“We need new pictures,” he smiles.


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