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Submitted to Contest #281
My mother’s features were contorted, as if expressing some eternal confusion. Her body, almost childlike in its frailty, wore only blue and white striped pajamas, with slippers to cover her feet. That’s how they found her, just lying there. It was the coldest day of the year so far. I took a slug from a thermos of coffee as the paramedics covered her and loaded her into the back of the ambulance, feeling its warmth travel to my stomach. Bran, my staffordshire terrier, sat loyally by my feet, steam coming from his mouth as he panted. “Even fo...
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