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Flash in the Pan
A Quarterly Posting at Tiny Lights
Storm Clouds
by Maggie Manning
My mother has one toe in the grave, but she's not ready to step off that cliff just yet.
The storm clouds gather as her 81st birthday approaches; the voice of death calls more insistently.
Still, she sits outside on a warm spring evening, licking her blackberry cone and listening to the soft whir of faraway insects.
Maggie Manning, a college professor and wanna-be writer, hopes she will approach the end of her life with as much equanimity as her mother does.
Eighteenth Flash
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