Albino Lizard
There is a deeper meaning behind the mundane
Category: Fiction
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The next morning Carol felt tired and a little sick. “Carol, are you okay?” asked June. “I feel lethargic this morning. Maybe I could use a bath.” Carol looked at her hands. They were darker than she remembered, and appeared opaque and chalky. She wished she had some of the morphine that had been at her bedside table…
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Carol sat up in the early morning light and removed the head scarf she had on. It was lavender and matched her robe. She ran her hand over her scalp and felt a new growth of hair less than a centimeter long. She replaced the scarf over her head again. Incredible, she thought, this body…
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Carol walked on the mountain trail. She could smell the ocean in the breeze. What a beautiful day! She followed around a bend by a rocky hill on her right. She looked down at a majestic valley far below on her left. The atmosphere sparkled with energy and light. She stopped and took a deep…