Fiction: “Aftermath”

The dust had settled long ago on the main street when she begins to crawl. Ma would be ashamed to see the grit and drool on her lips and chin, but Ma lies dead next to her, and it is an effort to crawl, such an effort. She doesn’t want to crawl, but she can hear the robbers preparing to leave, and she doesn’t want them to see the gun.

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