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Praying Backwards

a short story

I pray backwards.

“That’s sacrilegious,” Mama tells me when I get around to mentioning it, but Mama’s only a child herself, barely 25 years old. She still wears short dresses, her knees flashing at God as she sits in the pew and I know the certainty will fade from her face as the wrinkles start to stake their claim. I should bring the topic up again when we’re both older, she might…

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Engaged in inadvisable wordsmitheries and other creative acts. http://sarahlofgren.com

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