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Submitted to Contest #192
Her pale doughy arm trails forward toward the center of the table. "Well, you see, dear, he's dead," she states without changing the cadence of her voice. "Now, one lump or two?" she asked, holding the dainty sugar spoon frozen in the air. My eyes dart away from her arms—soft flesh bags of muscle and sinew soft despite years of strict diet and discipline. What does she mean he's dead? I sputter on my own saliva, coughing until my face turns an “unbecoming violet”. I look into my grandmother's eyes, searching for a mischievous glint o...
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