Tall Red Flowers

Tall Red Flowers

Tall red flowers overflow from a thin bottleneck in front of Ebelyn’s slick right hand pouring devilish red wine down her throat. I can’t stop watching it happen even though we all know how it ends.

When I first met her, she was buried in clothes, her head in a book. I knew then that whatever my father had told me about my mother was wrong. I mean, of course I knew it was wrong growing up but now I knew for sure.

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