My mother went extinct on the second of October, a balmy autumn morning, the leaves contemplating their fall. I should have salvaged her cells, regrown them. I could have stocked a theme park. Tyrannosaurus Mom.
Or maybe, I should have built a time machine, turned back the decades to fix it all. I could erase the shouting, the lies, the shattered china. Maybe, if I went back far enough, I wouldn't turn into a meteor.
Saturday, 26 June 2021
Debut Flash: 'Strained Relations' by Gina Thayer
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