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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020
Submitted to Contest #36
Jun 12 I'd like nothing more than to lay the fault on my mother, but I know that's wrong. All those nights she spent brooding over dimly lit piles of torn envelopes and boldfaced stationary, dour after a fight with dad or sobbing because he was working his 2nd or 3rd shift, and she couldn't endure on her own. That's how she would call me. No - it's selfish to think that was the intent... She'd pull me onto my lap and confess her perceived sins, the hinges of the recycled folding chair creaking and groaning under her frame as she stroked my b...
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