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Hurt

It wasn’t the first time but she couldn’t say it hurt less now. Those spaces in time when red took over and colored itself in welts on her son’s tender skin. His whimpers hurt her. Every single time. Wrote this … Continue reading

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The boy in pink

Watching him tumble over the baby elephant, his fuzzy mane tousled, and then, undaunted, as he got up to test his new-found stand-up skills, a comedian unknowing, unsure on his feet but sure of where he stood, in awe of his awe … Continue reading

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The Little Master

He had murder in his eyes. He brandished the cane and she quivered involuntarily. She waited for his thunderous shouts and the threatening swishes of the cane that were sure to follow. “I shall teach you a lesson” said he … Continue reading

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