Sunlight invades every nook of the small room, streaming through the open window like a natural, silent alarm clock. The woman opens her eyes, stretches. She reaches out and runs her fingers through her child's hair. He stirs and his eyes open, capturing every image on an unknown and eventually forgotten camera. Photos are filed away into an immense and unimaginable folder.
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The World of Her
Short StoryI'm entering the Johns Hopkins creative writing short story contest & I've decided to put my story on here.
