Part V of V. “Huh?” I say, staring at The Sun’s mother, my pride diminishing. She is looking down at the girl. “I didn’t even recognize her,” she sighs. “she’s gotten so old.” She turns and looks at me, sad-eyed. “You must understand. My son is a very temperamental man. He goes out, he comes home, […]

via The Mother of The Sun — Flash 365

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