Unwoman
He says.
“I would rather die, father,” I say again.
"NO... Don't do this, Amber... please don't!" A woman screams. She whimpers uncontrollably. Her hand up to her chest as if she was suffocating, and perhaps she is.
I turn to look, it is a lady in a dark navy dress with a white bonnet over her head. Our eyes meet, those beautiful dark eyes, framed in a red line, bloodshot. My mother.
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