Blood bubbles and lymph dried like sap on my skin, an amber hue patchwork of dermal scaffolding. I run a fingernail around their peripheries, testing for pain and pliancy. 71 more words
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“Blueberry pancakes,” Alan said.
Rachel thought for a second. “No, blueberry jam.”
“Blueberry jam on blueberry pancakes?”
“Okay, agreed. That was Mom’s best.”
Rachel smiled and plucked a blueberry from the wild bushes that dotted the hill beside their childhood home. 172 more words