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Submitted to Contest #325
Death and griefMy mother lay on the bed, her eyes closed, her face paling. She was silent, peaceful in her long flannel nightgown with the red cardinals dancing across its soft white fabric. It was her favorite. She looked warm, which gave me comfort as she was always cold. I recalled to myself how even in the dead of summer, she would have the heat cranked up. I pictured her sitting in her brown electric recliner, feet up, Diet Pepsi on one side, TV. remote on the other, covered in multiple fuzzy blankets. The thought faded as I realized th...
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