Black Satin: A Response to the Fourth Prompt

A black satin dress that was once my grandmother's hangs in my closet. It's wrinkled at the edges, but soft and firm, a silver zipper lining the center of its back. When my grandmother passed, we wrapped her in russet taffeta and put marigolds in her hair. But I like to picture her life: all... Continue Reading →

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