Reblogged from Myths of the Mirror:
by D. Wallace Peach
“I don’t know why you keep that decrepit thing around.” Delia sipped her iced tea and glanced out the window of her friend’s home. On the manicured lawn, Sherri’s cyborg pushed their children on side-by-side swings, a human arm heaving on one small back while a mechanical arm pressed on the other.
“His name is Carter, and he’s part of the family.” Sherri angled her head for a view of their laughing boys. Dainty sandwiches adorned a platter at her table’s center, and Delia nibbled though she wouldn’t feel hungry until noon. Sherri poured more tea. “I grew up with him, and he—”
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Thanks so much for sharing, Sue! I apologize for the late comment – I’m traveling again, taking care of my parents after another downturn. Your reblog brought a smile though, and I’m so glad that you enjoyed the story. Have a lovely day ahead, my friend.
I am so sorry, Diana. It must be very tiring and worrying for you.Hugs x
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