mother's eyes, like mine
two way mirror, life sentence
paired, spared, a worse fate?
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Slow Burn
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The car had been silent the entire ride, excluding the driver’s ever shifting radio stations as he barreled through counties and seemingly, time zones. How far could this place be? Naomi rolled her eyes, remembering the echoing words of her boss. “Cozy and homey. Perfect for team bonding!” More proximity to my coworkers was not the solution, Naomi thought to herself. She sighed deeply before returning her focus to the frosted car window, searching for anything in the white snow that would keep her attention better than her shared backseat.
By Lindsay Cullen3 years ago in 01
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