Fiction
"The Grief Doll" by Lily Chrywenstrom
Tathie took the knife, the needle and thread out of the rucksack. The knife was cold, even through two pairs of woolen gloves. She cut the yellow star off the chest of her mother's blue coat, where Tathie used to rest her head. She wanted to lay it there one last time, but her mother's neck was all crooked, and her once-comforting chest no longer rose and fell with each breath. It wasn't a safe place any more.
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"Souls of our Sons" by N. Joy Dodds
She was sitting on the porch in her old rocker, eyes vacant. Swirls of dust
and debris danced at her feet, the back door slammed occasionally. She stared
straight ahead, loose threads of hair whipping her face, oblivious.
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