Hospital waiting—
a mother turns the same page
clock hands barely move
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Lori A. A.
Writer, Teacher exploring identity, human behavior, and life between cultures.
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Becca
"Everything is so... flat." Denille said stupidly as she looked around her new neighborhood. She looked around at the muted desert where even the smallest sign of life seemed to have given up. The plant life was shrubs that were half cooked by the heat and where there should have been a lawn, a mess of white rocks laid glistening in the sun. Even the sky looked stretched thin, like the sun had ironed it smooth. She’d moved from Riverside, where at least there were hills, but here in Barstow, everything felt baked and brittle.
By Sara Wilson7 days ago in Fiction
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This was so profound. Loved it!
Says a great deal with simple images and moments.