Buried Quarter

This one is a BR 100 story entry under the theme “the lonely one” and has 490 words. The story, as originally told to me, caught my ear because of how a small, seemingly insignificant but symbolic act can tip the balance in a person's life. I also do believe, that there is something in this land that draws people back.

Blind

I asked my mother once how I was made. Imagining then, that my outsides a single sheet of flesh sewn near the elbows, behind the knees in places I could not see. I did not know of science, biology, cosmetology; the anatomy of how things worked. Instead, I dreamed of great craftsmen, who with their…

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