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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022
Submitted to Contest #161
I was wide awake in bed, heavy with exhaustion but unable to slip away. The wailing kept me awake. A sound so broken and hollow, like a woman in excruciating pain, like someone seeking an end, like someone ravaged and tired. It was the sound of my Dad dying. Every day, he died a little more. The cancer ate him away from the inside and all his children had to watch him wither away on the outside. I would get out of bed and linger in the corridor, listening to my mum trying to comfort him with words, knowing fully well that my older sib...
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