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Submitted to Contest #319
The school bus barreled down the desert road, a glowing spectacle of reflected sunlight on its way to the Grand Canyon. Mrs. Maloney gazed upon the infinite swaths of blurred sepia as they passed by. This is all my doing, she thought. All of it. A month ago, a siege had begun on her consciousness that felt akin to an awakening, a constant barrage of prayers from the world’s believers, all packaged differently – questions, statements, pleas in every language – but all understood by her and all circling around a shared point of pain. A month...
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