The Dough in the Sky

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Clutching his mother’s bony back
the child looked up at the perfectly spherical
dough hovering over his head.

“Mommy, I’m hungry. I want to eat that bread up there,”
he pointed into the night sky. As the mother
felt the boy’s bones rub against her shoulders,

she cried silently under the bright glow.

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