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Sarah
Outside the dirty spider web-framed window the gentle cooing of the morning doves lightly feathered the young girl’s senses to an awareness of the new day. Her soft blonde eye lashes fluttered against the course texture of the dark tan pillow case and an involuntary moan escaped her pinkish lips. As her sleep-cemented eyelids broke open, she peered down at the yellowed once white sheets tangled around her thin white legs. “Coo coo.” There it was again. She loved the little pair of birds that woke her almost every morning of late. She thought they sounded a little sad though. “Maybe they can’t find their Mommy “, she mused aloud. She rolled over on her back and kicked off her sheets. Her favorite doll came into view bringing a slight smile to her face. The doll used to suck it’s thumb but that arm had been missing for a while now. She hugged her little friend remembering she had received it as a gift for her third birthday a long time ago. She reassured herself that she was a big girl now and slowly counted aloud the four fingers she had raised up in front of her too pale face. (beginning of a future short story) I welcome your comments positive or negative. Thank you.
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