by Michael J. Solender
It was a gradual, almost imperceptible process.
She begged me to help her. I watched as it began an advance that an army of generals could not thwart.
She was valiant trying to hold the final push off, but it was too late. One week short of her fortieth birthday, she turned into her mother.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
No Stopping It
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4 comments:
Hey, Michael. Love your piece. It is a ticking time bomb, isn't it?
This is the best nightmare I've ever read...and you did it in 55 (clapping)!
Hahaha....is there anything worse?? Loved it Michael!
A succinct description. Kudos to you, Michael!
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