The Quilt

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Everybody has a favorite something, whether it be a book or animal. Mine was a quilt that I had gotten when I was five. It told the stories of our family, a new patch added portraying whatever big event was to come that year. I held it up eagerly, waiting for the patch to form. Today was probably the biggest day, for whatever was shown would either mean happiness for the year or destruction. A glimmer of color shined on the far side, a dark red. Everybody huddled around it, eagerly waiting for it to fully form when...red. Just red. We waited some more, hoping for more than just red. That's when the screams began.

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