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REVELATION It was ages since we ‘d met. I dread her visits. The melodrama and discord leave me unmoored. My sister’s hugs morphed into stones, dropped one by one. Words hitting dark water. Circles of disbelief spun around me. Not one scintilla of truth. I glimpsed her self-satisfied smirk. We’d been close in our teens… A deep breath. No , Sis, it never happened. She tossed her curls. But I was there. I saw you. Him too. Did counselling and hypnosis bring her easy certitude? No sis… She glared. It’s true. Do you think I’m mad? DECIMA WRAXALL

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Date: 9/15/2020 4:02:00 PM
Quite evocative piece... :)
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Date: 9/15/2020 8:39:00 PM
Thank you. I've tried the "less is more" approach. Pleased it has engaged you.