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Dark hair matted to the little girl’s head. Her lips were dried and cracked; her eyes sunken. Despite her olive-toned skin, she was pale.

Sprinkling Fairy Dust

With trembling hands, Millie gently removed the lid of the urn and exhaled with the first release of gray powder.

Shadow

She could choose, at least, which parts of him to cherish, and which parts to use as examples of how not to behave.

Down to a tea

Sit, sip, start again, from when our moments were simple and sweet, like the people we ideally chose to become.

Lay it Down

Its white wings spread wide against a crystal blue backdrop and I smile, knowing you are smiling, too

Bird Without a Song

Hana leans into the second verse, singing about the loneliness of a songless bird. The music in my life is missing.

Shoulder Season

Our names were announced over the booming horde hailing the local girl making history. The bell tolled.

Train of Souls

I am drawn to the train tracks and find the memory haunting. Because that’s how you died, my little brother.