"Good morning, sis" he called as he crossed to her.
"I lost the baby. Again" she stated as she raised her pale eyes to him.
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He saw her across the tracks. But why had she chosen to wear that pale mauve dress with a thin brown belt. And flat brown sandals. On a day with a hazy grey sky keeping the light low she blended in. Her hair in a loose plait over her shoulder. There was no spark of colour, no intensity, only a stillness on a muggy morning.
"Good morning, sis" he called as he crossed to her. "I lost the baby. Again" she stated as she raised her pale eyes to him.
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Rod Drake
19/4/2024 06:44:11 pm
Wow! Powerful little story, well done
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Sue Clayton
22/4/2024 06:36:16 am
Dressed to reflect her sadness.
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