short story
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Her grandmother’s house was not all she imagined it would be. It was more. A duplex adorned with wisteria, and a backyard that boasted a cornucopia of different flowers. She became a butterfly of homosapien descent, and paid visits to the flowers on a daily basis.
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Over the years, she learned the patterns. The steps were loudest when she was afraid. They quickened when she was about to make a decision she would regret.
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People paced about, and it wasn’t long before police and medical staff were on the scene. People poured out of the hospital’s main entrance and surrounded us. It wasn’t long before I found myself on a trolley being moved through the hospital. An oxygen mask went over my face, and I found myself taking deep…
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“I know darling. You’d let the world burn for me. But I don’t want you to. Please. Please.” “Why?” Why would she want to die? I held her face gently. She leaned into my touch.
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Logically, he knew everything that was in that closet. Everything that was on the floor in the shadow where the night light didn’t touch. He knew every inch of that laminate flooring leading to that closet. His window was locked. The front and back door were locked. His mom was fast asleep just down the…
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I called her two days before they ruled her death in the death certificate, and she didn’t answer, but I didn’t think much of it. I guessed I would try again some weeks later, eventually. The neighbors called the police when they smelled the rot.
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The phone finally rang and I rushed to it. There were sounds of pots and pans banging against each other in the kitchen and the boisterous energy of my family filled the house, but I could still hear my own heart thumping loud, as if it was going to jump out of my chest. The…
