Memories hidden within every fold and crease of skin. Debbie who lost her fight with cancer is not forgotten, the memory of her lips pressed to my palm is fresh as if it happened just now. My fingers remember her soft hands, every crease familiar, sliding into mine holding tight : small compared to hers.
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Through My Mind:-and other short stories-
FantasyA compilation of short stories. Each Chapter is a new story, completely unrelated to the other short stories in this book. Through my mind takes you through an adventure of a creative mind that refuses to conform to society's ideals and standards. W...
