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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021
Submitted to Contest #97
The dew hanging on the foggy glass glides its way down, the race won by my chosen raindrop. The car moves slowly along, as well as does my raindrop. I close my eyes, putting my hand on the window and trying to feel the cold. I feel the cold and push my hand out of the window, hoping to feel cold once again. Nothing. My hand feels nothing. I ask mother if we can get ice cream. She doesn't hear me. She doesn't know I am here. She never would. She never has. She drives to the funeral. I watch from the window, seeing her crying. Her speech abo...
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