The Last Piece
“Put it on the ground.”
Her small frame belied a tacit might, the folds of her skirt and eyelids unmoving in the seconds beyond the demand until, after the space of the sounding and dying of an unseen dog’s shrill, doleful moan, her left foot evenly slid backwards, allowing her knee to meet the crackled asphalt with a stoic silence
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Thank you so much for the kind words. I was worried that the dread and fear would smother the tender heart of it.
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