Prompt: 6. Hours

Lillia stands one-footed like a pelican to ease her sore ankle and looks out her bedroom window. The view is of the dry and twisted orchard- black and decaying but, beyond the orchard lays the cider mill’s crumbling rooftop. She follows that erratic line and remembers the morning hours…

They had spent the morning sitting in the falling-down mill, splinters from the old wooden bench poking them through their clothes. They had spent those hours talking- Lillia telling her father all she could remember about her nine years alive- most especially about her mother, her beautiful and lonely mother. Lillia’s father responded by not telling Lillia about why he didn’t live with them anymore, but giving her many stories about the time before she was born and how beautiful and lonely her mother had been back then.

Word Count: 137

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