“I’m not.” Her head flies off in anger, zooming across the room, getting smaller optically as it goes. Then, it jolts back, flying onto her neck, but overshooting, not attached aligned with it, but off-center. It hasn’t regained its regular size.
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I\'m geting bizarre again.11/28/2010 My flash fiction story, Mama, is published at In Between Altered States. “I’m not.” Her head flies off in anger, zooming across the room, getting smaller optically as it goes. Then, it jolts back, flying onto her neck, but overshooting, not attached aligned with it, but off-center. It hasn’t regained its regular size. |


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