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Stand and Burn
October 26, 2006 in 299 Words, Books, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Breath, Cry, Fire, Forget, Laugh, Memory, Mother, Panic | by davidbdale | 5 comments
My mother draws her breath like a bad cartoon. No doctors can tell us what’s wrong with her, so we don’t let them see her. She was always busy living, proliferating. Read the rest of this entry »




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