Butter
by grimbeau
Enoch smoothed mum’s
scrawny brow with
the buttercup
‘Flamboyance, flamboyance…’
Her favourite word:
He whispered it.
She sleeps
He takes the tray
End of day
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Grimbeau 
I found this one very moving.
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Thank-you
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