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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I liked the evolution of light-related words, and the wordplay with each next line.
A touching and timely story, with all too much truth of the 'now'. Let's hope it doesn't prove even worse when viewed decades hence, as it did here.
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