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Submitted to Contest #54
Mia was used to the mechanical whirl of the machines that kept her human heart beating. It was easy to sink into the rhythmic pump and gurgle from the grayish tubes suctioned to her papery skin. She was not, however, used to the itchiness that circled the contraption on her chest. It was a small price to pay to live for just a little bit longer. “Ma?” Her daughter’s voice floated through the hazy air. Mia lifted her head and her lashes fluttered as she focused on her only child. “Yes, dear?” Mia rasped, a lifetime of cigarettes a...
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