THE MOTHER
by William Pauley III
Draped in a long, flowing gown that whispered as she walked, the mother tirelessly scanned the scorched wasteland for a place to bury her young.
There were three eggs in total, and she kept them nestled just below her chest. White linen bound them to her, so firmly she felt as if they were still inside her. They filled her …
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