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Canvas To Paint

“Cut, cut, Cuddy,” the little girls taunt. Cuddy sits alone with her razor, choosing a spot. With a flick of her wrist, she proceeds, unabated.

The girls gather round, pointing, squealing; “Cut, cut, Cuddy, make room for more.”

Ashamed and scared of what truths will show, Cuddy guts the canvas, starting on a new dream.

 

Edward Lorn.