Pomegranates
A short story
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10 min readJan 24, 2022
Eliana’s mother placed the last of the rinsed plates on the dish rack.
“May I dry them, Mama?”
“Of course. Let me fetch the chair for you to stand on.”
Eliana climbed up and stretched out her arms obediently. Her mother enveloped her in a huge white apron that stretched from throat to toes.
