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Endless Lullabies

In 100, by Briene on November 18, 2018 at 9:37 pm

Winded, grocery bags too full, she had overestimated her strength. She sank down, resting her cane against the bench and her bags on the cement. 

Then it began — a slow rumble, discernible only to the loose pebbles and her attuned ear. It mounted into a roar. She willed her eyes shut and began to rock, her head a metronome, keeping time to the lullaby she sang under her breath until the cacophony vanished. 

“The next stop will be Chambers…”

Her mind could forget that night, but her body wouldn’t. And the four-year-old in her still needed soothing at 68.

  1. Oo my. Well woven.

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