Fiction
Mom Evelyn Williams “There’s nothing to be afraid of, come with me. Here.” I hold out my open hand to my little girl who looks up at me with wide brown eyes that display fear and worry. She hesitates before taking my hand as we walk up to the small brick building that holds the dull title in blue letters saying, “Miller Funeral Home.” I twist the wedding ring on my hand around and around, thinking what it would be like if my husband were I hold her at arm’s length and look her over. She is wearing a pink shirt with a sparkly crown on the front with ‘Mommy’s princess’ written underneath and a purple tutu to match her pink and purple sparkle shoes that have fake gems spotted randomly around. She looks so much like me when I was little, with the same brown eyes, soft creamcolored skin, and brown, thick curly hair. myself slowing down even more. I’ve been to plenty of funerals, but I never prepared myself for this one. I clench
INVERTED Madeline Keating studio art “Throughout my pieces, I try to make the subject the main focus and have it stand out, so the details of the subject can be seen throughout the piece. This piece is something that is up to the viewers’ perceptions of the subject.”
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