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Half of a Watermelon

I open the fridge; the scarcity of contents makes its light appear so much brighter than usual. I look at an entire half of a watermelon, left open and exposed on the shelf for who knows how long– my father’s work. 471 more words

Anxiety

Little Things

She took notes of all our requests. “Will you check for cottonseed oil? It nearly kills me.” Daddy needed to be sure the coffee was decaf and Janice didn’t want her potatoes cut in squares. 256 more words

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