My parents utterly and completely believed in their right to have a place in this world. They laughed loudly; smiled broadly; closed every party while I sat like stone wondering where I fit.
This was written for this weekend's Trifecta Writing Challenge and is the first line to a short story I'm working on. The word was stone.
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Labels: Fiction, flash fiction, Trifecta Writing Challenge