POV: It’s Christmas and you’re lonely in a sea of people. You call a friend to tell you a bedtime story or two.

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𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀: a collection of 100-word stories and holiday songs to sleep to.

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I search through the cracks for my memory, some reminder that I was there. You are whole again and I’m still in pieces.

It’s been years but even the earth remembers earthquakes. Skyscrapers may rise where bungalows fall but if you look closely, you’ll see patches of wild grass growing in the cracks.

You smile nonchalantly, pretend you don’t notice me staring at you. You pretend you don’t remember me loving you.

You ask if I’m okay. I smile back. And just like that, a glimmer of kindness in your eyes, a patch of lime and purple in the concrete.

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