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Submitted to Contest #307
Mama sat up on the thin tattered mattress and coughed a red mist into the air before I could bring the old rag to her lips. “Sawyer, I’m getting worse, the pain I can’t take it anymore,” said Mama. A hacking force coming from somewhere buried deep in her chest has left her lungs screaming and her ribs sore. Seeing Mama like this caused my eyes to gloss over. “It’s gonna be okay Mama,” I whispered unconfident. I looked around at the patchworked walls of scavenged materials. Warped plywood and rusted metal sheets that me and Papa looted during...
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