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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019
Submitted to Contest #17
The voice must’ve belonged to an angel and not his mama, whose voice was raspy as someone who had smoked too many cigarettes. In this moment, an angel must’ve possessed her, made her voice twinkle like the Christmas star on their tree. Every year, for fifteen years, everyone came from all over to celebrate at his mama’s. The kitchen was always packed with camaraderie, new cousins to teach all the family secrets, which foul-breathed auntie to keep away from. Now, the house was silent aside from his mother’s singing. Not like a moment ago...
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