“Oh,” Essa said without elongating the sound.
That sound was telling, all of that anxiety and fear contained in a singular blip. Anna looked on trying to maintain a stoic appearance, but hurting the closest thing she had to a mother was taking its toll. #AmEditing #WritersCafe pic.twitter.com/YX69qL6w5q
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Unlike most of the other homes in her area, this one had been built into the ground. Essa often referred to this place as Bag End, but Anna never understood the reference. Still, she lingered by the plastic doors while working up the courage to venture inside. #AmEditing pic.twitter.com/y5FRcjqlQZ
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Leela was dead either way, but leaving her behind would mean greeting Death cold and alone. Essa could not help but feel guilty over the idea of abandoning Leela, but without their help, this newborn child would end up as the third death of the day. #AmEditing #WritingCommunity pic.twitter.com/0ZAFgPbuK1
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) January 5, 2021
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“Twelve hours,” Essa replied, the family’s matron answered.
Leela had no concept of hours, a measurement of time employed by her ancestors before the water overtook these lands. As another contraction built up, she tried to focus on her great-grandmother’s warm smile.#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/2udPkIooZ0
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) January 5, 2021
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