The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The hand was warm. I held it. It was my own. But it was not mine. Or rather, it was. It was the hand of a child. Small. Pale. The skin translucent. I saw the blue veins. They pulsed. Slow. Steady. I was in the kitchen. My kitchen. The white tile. The cold air. The refrigerator hummed. A low drone. A bee. Trapped. In glass. I looked down. The hand gripped my wrist. Tight. Fingertips digging in....

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