William Preston
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The Mercury Thief
Vee was lifted from his sleep by the sound of his Mother’s heels, knocking on the floorboards downstairs. She was leaving for work. Keys jangled. The front door opened and closed. The click clacking ebbed from earshot. As always, Vee’s first thought was of his Mother, his real mother at least. The only memories he had of her were soft edged. Big thumbs held in small palms. A deep joy heard in a voice not yet understood. The gentle touch of a fingertip on unsullied cheeks. That was the first incarnation of his mother.
By William Preston3 years ago in Futurism