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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019
Submitted to Contest #42
The first thing I saw when I came out of my box was Mother. Her face. The daylight was yawning as she held me up; the subtle, pink room enhanced by lamplight and sunset colors. Soft fingertips touched the fragile porcelain of my cheek, smoothed my hair, my dress. She took in my tiny hands and feet. She smiled. I took a tour of the house with Mother's arms wrapped around me. My back was to her heart, where I could feel the contented symphony of that organ beat. My legs danced a tap-tapping over the tight rise of her stomach. She chatters...
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