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Submitted to Contest #192
“Here you go, Dad. I think that’s the last of it.” The last of my stuff, or the last of me? Closing the door on my old home; my life now confined to a bed. But what’s that, on top? I never thought I’d see that again. Lying on top of the pile of rubbish. Looking all innocent. Holding secrets I’d gambled would never see the light of day. Hopefully Eric hasn’t noticed it. When he leaves, one of the nurses can throw it away, and that will be the end of it. “Look, Dad! Do you see this old tin box?” Darn it. He noticed. “Can you believe it? I have...
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“Look, magnolias! I love magnolias. I haven’t seen magnolias since…”She falls silent, and I follow her gaze to the gnarly tree trunks decorated with bowl-shaped flowers. As I watch, the delicately coloured blooms smudge together, and I blink rapidly, more for Anya’s sake than mine.If I have learnt anything over the last thirteen months, it is that I am no longer afraid of tears. I welcome them. They remind me I am alive. But Anya has more reason to cry. She has lost more. So, I feel embarrassed that my emotions leak out easily, while everyth...
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