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Writing 201: Poetry – Prose Poem – What If ?

Tissue paper crackles, tired smile wrinkles deepen on her care-worn face. Her eyes sparkle and tremble with tears as she unwraps tiny figures from another time and space. Long ago she stored them away with her childhood. Today long pushed-down stories float to the surface. Daydreams of narrations she authored wake up. She stirs the cold ashes and recalls to mind stories she wrote for the figures she holds in her hands. They were the actors who played out her fantasies when she asked and answered “if only, what if?”.

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