“Hold me,” Karima demanded, no longer feeling like an alienated exchange student missing her country, but a self-assured young woman who was free of all cultural restrictions and taboos.
Excerpt from Rain Like Water at Friday Flash Fiction ( Longer Stories).
I inherited my anger issues from my father. That’s why I didn’t go to his funeral.
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It was Aunt Ida’s magical food, something that I thought she invented for the longest time. It was magical because it made us both happy, even if Aunt Ida’s heart hurt or I felt gloomy.
The boy knew in his heart that his mother would return one day. He hoped that his Uncle would believe that too, but he kept saying, “Your Mom is dead. You have to move on.”
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