Fiction Artwork Mirka Laura Severa for The New Yorker __ @mirkalaurasevera @newyorkermag Clare Sestanovic, „You Tell Me" (Excerpt) The symptoms, Danny was explaining, were textbook: excessive crying, loss of appetite, feelings of hopelessness. Like Sasha, Danny was the kind of person who trusted textbooks. A good student. Sasha couldn't sleep, or else she slept all day. She was rarely hungry, unless, in a burst of energy, she baked an elaborate cake. The good news was that, on most days, she still went to work. The bad news was that fear-her boss, her deadlines, the phone that she kept under the pillow, buzzing with middle-of-the-night emergencies--was the one thing that got her out of bed. [...] „A crisis summoned Sasha to the office in the middle of the afternoon. Her transformation happened in a matter of minutes. Suddenly, she was upright. She was earringed and high-heeled. The muscles in her jaw flexed." @claresest Photography & Set Design - @mirkalaurasevera Styling - @angelavanderstraeten Model - @platformagencyamsterdam @saskiahoogenberg Hair Make Up - Kathinka Gernnat cat - @catvertise2015 Post by us