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Submitted to Contest #7
It couldn’t be more peaceful. Spring. Kingfishers darting about. That fresh scent of promise dancing on the air. She was so lucky. So privileged. Everyone said so. That view, that family. She really had it all. Miriam sat, tea in hand, settled in her favourite outside chair looking out to the pink sunset sea and wept, silently, at the emptiness of it all. It wasn’t the deserted house, or the empty paddocks or the silent roads that filled her with grief. It was the noise inside her head. The echoes of laughter, the remembered rustles and...
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