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Submitted to Contest #235
Seventeen years of running, and I’d gotten no further away from her. My whole body ached, my muscles burned and quivered from fatigue. Exhaustion consumed me. In that nanosecond of acknowledgement, I lost focus on the path in front of me. A gnarled tree root that pierced the forest floor caught my foot and nearly sent me sprawling to the ground. Somehow, I remained standing, but my pursuer didn’t see the obstacle coming and a low groan escaped her as she collided with the ground. I didn’t want to look at her—this hot mess of a human being ...
Shortlisted for Contest #234 ⭐️
It’s not like what we see on TV. There’s no abundance of family crying together as they watch their loved one die. Those words that have gone unspoken for years usually remain unspoken. There’s no glamour in dying, no glamour in caring for the dying. And that’s all I could think about as I watched my mom lay there, helpless, on her bed in the memory care unit. How she’d be alone when she finally passed, how she may not even be aware she’s dying. “Help!” she screamed, shaken out of a brief moment of rest that wasn’t really rest. Her rec...
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