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Submitted to Contest #298
Trigger Warning: Mentions of past violence, murder, and substance abuse.I always collected the yellow flowers for the grave—daffodils and black-eyed Susans in a neat, careful bundle. Then I’d trudge back through the woods, pine needles crunching beneath my boots, until I reached the weathered rock with “MOM” painted haphazardly by my sister’s ten-year-old hands. My sister was already there, clutching a fistful of purple coneflowers as she kneeled before the rock. Twelve-years-old now, Ivy had come to terms with our mother’s death, but she’d ...
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