Act of Redemption
6th place in the 2024 NYCMidnight 250 word Microfiction contest.
I had everything I needed. The burden of proof was now recorded and uploaded from the Nikon dangling at my side. And yet I remained, watching. The sting of cold rain wasn’t enough to pull my fingers from the chain-link fence separating me from my son on this day of reconciliation—this anniversary of when I had been required to give up my rights as a mot…
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