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stories from the heart.

Category: daily prompt

Square One

(There are bits of him scattered everywhere in her head, always leading her back to square one.)

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the stuttery interval between two realms

(The stars rained down on him with full, burning force.)

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balloons

(My fingers unfurled like a blossoming flower, and up to the night the balloons flew.)

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The Flowers in My Mother’s Lungs

(“He told me he loved me,” she draws in a shuddering breath, “and I believed him.”)

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The Sound.

(“In this world, Mister, a woman’s voice is the sound of rustling leaves.”)

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