2 June 2003 | Vol. 3, No. 2

A Lapse

by CAROLINE WILKINSON

While being converted into a human dwelling, this greenhouse hid its soul from the carpenters. Windows are everywhere. The building's heavy lids—the wisteria and roses trellised over the windows—are falling away. Trying to hide in the back of these wide-open eyes, a teenage girl sits in the middle of the building in the living-room/kitchen. Alone, both her father and stepmother gone, the girl listens to the hunters' guns