Exceptional Self-describing text below. Sunday Walk by Mario PIERRE 75 Words Flash Fiction contest entry

She cups my face in her delicate palm and her eyes sparkle. Her cheeks flush with anticipation. “Would you walk me home, darling, like you used to do, Sundays after church? Cutting across the fields, holding hands, relishing spring’s fresh blooms and gleaning white lilies?” I marvel at the array of blue-green veins beneath her quivering hand. Emerald streams flowing through dry, parched land. “Grandma, it's me, Elijah! I promise I’ll visit again next Sunday.” Recognized Author Notes Reminiscences of a fading memory.

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