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Nanny [100 words]
Nanny by Ian Boltsoy
Her dying breath escaped from her; pushing forward, her spirit tore from her flesh like Velcro.
"Uncomfortable?","yes, but she had done it before."
Moving forward with a sense of urgency she strode into her grandchild’s room, "grandchild" she had sneered, it wasn’t her son’s child, that was for sure. She could see the life force radiating from the child, a white plume pushing out then being pulled back in. Bending over the crib she sucked in as the child breathed out.
She was being pulled back towards her flesh, her lungs fighting for air.
The child lay still and cold.
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