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I know I’m late. In my battered car, I watch the second hand on my watch jump with every palpitation of my heart. The delicate metal of the second hand is trembling, as if it might get stuck. Mom doesn’t like it when people are running late. It makes her usually patient nature run wild. read on


First published at Cafe Aphra

October 21, 2016


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