Very short story
Ibrahim Idris
There
Owned by the parties of the heart, pale her image, hanging from her good necklace of time clay inscribed with an unfinished message. They leave her towards the seas of her young ones, neither anchorage nor waiting. At the bottom of the sea, the master of the sea refuses to break the glare of childhood to keep their innocent face of righteousness and sea together.
- In one of the remote villages there, they get a card wrapped in plastic, highlighting the features of her contract and smile that do not disappoint.
The twelfth of July 2018 Denver Colorado
Ibrahim Idris
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