"Honey? What---" Mama coughed louder now.
"I wanted to see your story."
"Oh, sweetie, it's not fin---"
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In blackness surrounding the table, the computer sat in its glow, illuminating the chipped rails of the chair. Riley watched the unbothered screen fade from the hall. She inhaled, drawing in spirits and shadows that lurk in suburban homes at midnight, and then blew them out like dark-flamed candles. Before they returned, before Mama could come back, she tiptoed over and touched the mouse. A blank document sliced through her sleepy eyes, the lonely cursor pounding. She heard Mama's footsteps and stifled coughs.
"Honey? What---" Mama coughed louder now. "I wanted to see your story." "Oh, sweetie, it's not fin---" Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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