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Mothering by Steven Carr
In winter while the snow piled high on the streets, Molly would daily put on her heaviest coat and fur lined boots and pull a knit cap over her short hair and trudge through the slosh, arriving at her mother’s house in time to feed her mother’s canary. One day she arrived to feed the bird and found it dead on the bottom of its cage among birdseed and newspaper.
“What happened?” Molly asked.
“I killed it,” her mother said.
“You didn’t like your canary?” Molly asked.
“I loved the canary but I hate you visiting me,” her mother said.
The SHORT TALE 100 – SEPTEMBER 2016