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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020
Submitted to Contest #27
I hear her voice in my mind; she is telling me to remember. She tells me to find the memory, hold it tight, and give it a color. The time I fell and scraped my knee when I was six, I am crying on the sidewalk but then she scooped me up and made it better. At first it is sad and blue, but then turns to a warm, ocean color. Or there was the time she took me to the carnival, and we laughed so hard on the tilt-a-whirl, my favorite ride, that my stomach hurt; that one is the color of sunshine. But then I ...
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