Dear Amy by Helen Callaghan

'I was trying, desperately, to keep a hold on my world - my job, my vanished husband and my column - but I was disconnecting. The ties to my ordinary life were loosening, snapping, and the dark world of Bethan Avery was becoming more real than my own.'

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Perfect Prose #3: When God Was A Rabbit

'Yet we were all quiet for so long after, touched by the magnitude, the beautiful unfathomable magnitude of it all. This is what we are connected to. What we are all connected to. When the lights go out, so do we.'