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Submitted to Contest #313
Diane hadn’t left the house in six weeks.For some reason , it felt like a century.The doctors told her that isolation might make things worse, but worse than what? Her husband was dead, her daughter wouldn’t answer her calls, and the world outside the windows felt thinner somehow—like cheap scenery painted too quickly.As if what she called life, was real and she was just a doll. So she stayed in. The house was quiet most of the day. Too quiet. No hum of the fridge. No ticking of clocks. Even the birds had stopped gathering at the feeder outs...
“Are you there, God? It’s me…” The words were a whisper at first, more breath than voice. The girl knelt in the wild grass with her palms pressed into the warm earth. Her name had long since become too heavy to carry, so she left it behind somewhere between the traffic lights and the train station. Out here, far from any city or schedule, the sky had room to breathe again. The field stretched before her—endless and open, painted with wildflowers and weeds in every shape and scent. There were no fences, no marked trails. Just wind and warmth ...
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