Parebul of the Mother, Asked in Moonlight
ShortStory 4,461 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"Walking, crossing, moon-kissed streets, black top, blue jeans, unwashed. Her afro is home to a million brown-winged birds, everlastingly chirping. There’s a baby boy, eight months old, asleep in her arms, and maybe he dreams of beautiful spinning star-like things because he doesn’t know of the hurt in the heart that loves him."
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