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Genre: Speculative Fiction
Word Count: 100
Lucinda rocked her son. “I should go downstairs and help Marion with breakfast.
She listened to the clatter of pots and pans and hugged the baby. “How clever of your auntie to open our home to boarders when your papa didn’t return from the war.”
A nightgown-clad child with huge brown eyes stood in the doorway. “Who are you?”
“The lady of the house. Who are you?”
“Lucinda, after my great-great grandmother.”
Lucinda pointed to a tintype of a woman with huge dark eyes. “I met her this morning.”
“Nonsense,” said Mom. “She died in childbirth a hundred years ago.