'The mother wakes early, fumbling for her only pair of heels by the light of a cancerous moon. Glimpsing its baldness, she feels stifled, her chest tight with that old, rising swell. She tries to pry open the window, searching the dark for signs of rain, but it sticks and she strains, making too much noise. The little face, a second moon, hangs in her doorway, wondering why.' (Pandora, Kristina Wojtaszek)

The Far Off podcast is back! Excuses and exciting things, plus extraordinary prose by Kristina Wojtaszek. Music by Gurdonark.