She had never been close to her father: he'd wanted a boy, not her. Bemused, he stood over his father's freshly-dug grave and wondered: Would dad have been pleased now that his daughter had become his son?
It's Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! This time our writing prompt is some form of the word crack. ℵ Almost never a sliver of sunlight cracks through the brick-like layer of eternal gloom. For a nanosecond I convince myself that you are at work or the hardware store. The accident never happened; [...]
The mail carrier had come early that day, and Melissa rushed out to see what he'd brought. There was a shiny looking envelope hand-lettered in magenta Candle Mustard — their signature font. "Oh, God," she mumbled. "Not another damn Sublimity Party." Sure enough, it was. And for that coming Saturday, no less. "Crap! I'm so [...]
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