Short story :
The other night, she was in the backyard of her mother’s house again after all these years of being a hostile estranged daughter. The walls looked familiar, however when she extended her hand to touch one of them, they bled 10 years of emptiness, dropping her heart to her knees. Escaping the felony of her father was as arduous as writing the last letter that her mother never found.The photographs on the wall tell poignant stories about a happy motherhood of a woman who lives only in photographs now, relinquishing all else.
She had always felt a different smell whenever she stepped into a different household, as a child, she was told it was the smell of parenting and the cordless ties of the family, it is peculiar how the smell is still so familiar to her after all these years. The curtains have faded from black…
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