Kiss of death

Tenth illustration from “Olga & Trotsky,” a short story by Katja Hofmann.

(10) Olga’s knees collapsed. ‘Sorry…’ A white roar filled her ears and she felt the shady hands of the dead placed over her eyes. The last thing she felt was the foul kiss of an old man on her frozen lips.

— Translation by Steph Morris.

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