Timea Papp

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I flung the duffel over my shoulder. Ruby grabbed me as I was about to stoop for the box. She held onto me, squeezed me like a child clings to her mom. She pulled back and her calm face cracked wide open, a breached dam. Tears flowed out of her, down her cheeks, spring melt in a dry creek. She wiped her face with both hands. “Go on, now.”
Winter Loon
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