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Submitted to Contest #327
TW: grief following the death of a loved one Hazel stood at the foggy window with her coffee and looked out at the old rocker on the porch. This morning, for the first time ever, it was empty. The cabin was silent; nothing was playing on the radio, nobody was whistling along, and nothing was sizzling on the stove. Her heart felt like porcelain—cold, heavy, and fragile. Jack had lived fully and died peacefully. She could take comfort in that. But Hazel hadn’t lived without him in over fifty years. And she couldn’t remember how. “I ...
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