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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2025
Submitted to Contest #292
Dear Blue, Blue used to mean something. It was a name for things that behaved like blue things—reliable, distant, inarguable. Ocean, sky, and the bruises on my knees after I tripped in front of the laundromat. But then you happened, and the word fell apart. Blue. Even writing it down feels like a betrayal. My white blood cells have spent the time repairing the damage, and here you are, peeling off the scabs. Blue. I hate you. I hate you, Blue. Reason 1 why I hate you.The Fall I hated you from the moment I met you, but I misread the signals. ...
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