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Genre: All-Too-Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100
MOURNING HAS BROKEN
Ubon sloshed through a puddle, stirring the leaves floating on the water. Why had she been so harsh with him that morning?
“Banyat!” She smacked his bottom. “Hurry!”
“Mamaaa, please. Don’t make me go. I miss my old school.”
His shrill whine angered her. “Do you want Mama to get fired?”
“Yes,” he replied with four-year-old logic. “Then we can stay home and play.”
Standing in the deserted playground, Ubon’s heart ached. What could provoke someone to slaughter babies?
“Mama? Why are you crying?”
She swept him up in her arms and held him close. “I’m so glad we moved.”