The Sunday Whirl

She couldn’t breathe. Her forehead damp with perspiration while sparks and stars started to swirl in her vision and sprouting fireworks seemed to orbit around her head. She thought she might faint or had she already? A sketch art of her son’s empty shadow surrounded her and even her sisters couldn’t prod her awake. A nightmare dream had taken her consciousness away when she saw the body of her child laying in the grass.



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