flash prose

[untao]

“Ok. That's the last of them.” My uncle says this over his shoulder as he's walking back to the cab of the moving truck. I hoist the box and follow the string of relatives-carrying-boxes into my brother's house.

“Where do I put this, Rage?” He points down the hallway with a head nod, what remains of his red hair fluttering in the draft I've just

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[untao]

aha! this was actually started after i read the call-out you posted for the flash fic, but i didn't bookmark it and assumed i'd missed the deadline. thanks, i think i will submit! :)