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They told my mother to drown me. “It’s mercy,” they said. “The child will suffer.” But she didn’t. She wrapped me in salt-soaked cloth and hid me in a reed basket, pushing me downriver with a prayer stitched into the fabric like a second skin. I don’t remember her face—only the hush of her voice and the warmth of her fingertips against my forehead as she whispered, “Survive.” The humans who found me believed I was just a lost baby girl, left by desperate hands. They never saw the slight webbing between my fingers or how my lullabies made the...
Submitted to Contest #313
I return to the house every day, just as I always have. It sits on the corner of Thirteenth and Badger, a tired skeleton of what it once was. The white paint flakes like dry skin. The porch sags on the right side, where Daddy used to stack firewood every fall. The windows are boarded up now, but I still know them by heart—the one in Mama's room with the pink curtains, the one in mine that faced the street, where I used to press my forehead against the glass and watch the rain run like tears. The grass is high, swallowing the walkway, like th...
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