N. M. Campbell
The Other in Paris
Marianne paced as she walked around the space praying. It was a lull between the movements, so she took a moment to stretch her legs. Fourteen years ago and a month, she did not remember this being so hard.
“Mama!” Marianne ran back to her daughter’s side and squatted down next to her.
“Mama!” Marianne ran back to her daughter’s side and squatted down next to her.