Buried Past – #Drabble
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Clara stared out the window. She hadn’t been home for ten years. She watched the raging river. Thought about her own life. She’d been in such a hurry to be anywhere but here. She lifted the brass sailboat. Wrapped it in paper. Placed it in the box. So many memories to pack away.
“Are you ready? The funeral starts in thirty minutes.”
Clara looked up from her task. Her partner stood in the doorway. Clara nodded. Today she would bury her mother. Her mother’s bigotry. Her stubbornness. Her hatred. She wrapped her arm around Ava. Walked away from the past.
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