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Submitted to Contest #328
CW: Illness, Body Horror, Vomiting, Implied Self-Harm Mother’s hand is damp and clammy and, truthfully, quite unpleasant to hold, but I do so anyway, tightly, guiding her along the trail through the northerly woodlands. Usually, she is quick to tease me whenever we hold hands; shifts her weight to one leg, smiling, free palm landing on her hip. She laments how quickly I’ve grown up, grown into my hands. Or, sometimes, she jokes that if I let my nails grow long and twisted, I could pass for an evil sorceress, long fingers perfect for castin...
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