2 Works by cordelia in Original Work
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There was a painting in his mama’s bedroom of a woman with a hand full of fire.
Black curls were flung across the top of the painting, red skirts swirled across the bottom. The woman’s dark skin and dark eyes gleamed in the flickering light.
In one upheld palm, a flame danced. Red, orange, gold. Fingers curled around it; contained it. The woman did not look at the fire, she looked out of the painting, right straight at Elio. He could not tell if she was smiling or sneering, but the set of her jaw was firm. Stubborn. A challenge.
He was never sure what the challenge was, or how to answer it, but whenever he wandered into the bedroom in search of Mama he found himself standing before the painting, meeting the burning woman’s burning gaze.
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I almost drowned once, in a river in Alaska. I swam too close to a waterfall and got sucked under. A friend’s father dragged me out by my shirt. I did not have much of a reaction to not dying. I sat on the bank with my friend and her mother and laughed, and then I was fine.
I don’t remember it anymore, the not dying. I remember the force of the water that pulled me under, the force of the person who pulled me out.
I remember laughing.