Six hours before the call, I was dumping a half-full bottle of Jack Daniels down the drain. All the lights were off in the apartment and the blinds drawn tightly closed, blocking out the afternoon sun. I watched the shadows of amber liquid swirl in the sink. My head pounded once like someone striking a gong and I closed my eyes. I had really thought I'd been celebrating that night, the thought of my mother emerging from herself. The mother I dimly remembered from middle school, was something I'd always dreamed of. I'm not sure when I stopped believing she could ever really come back.
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Life Flashes
Short StoryNessa Weber is nineteen when she receives a life altering phone call in the middle of class, and she knows, in that moment, that she will never be the same. But that's not where her story begins. It started five years ago when her dying grandmother...
