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In The Summers
A 100-word story
1 min readJul 24, 2020
She turned the empty wine glass in her hands and set it down on the table.
He filled it again before she could refuse. “Tell me more.”
She took another sip of wine. “In the summers, we’d sneak off to the stream that ran down from the mountain. Even on the hottest day, the water in the stream was cool, and the two of us would turn over rocks searching for crawdads.”
He finished his wine and filled it up again. Then he raised his glass. “To your brother’s memory.”
She drank long and deep as her eyes grew moist.
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