All the Blue in the Sky

I still remember how it all changed

Weekly Microcosm Prompt — EDM

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The musical inspiration for this story: Swedish House Mafia

When I was small, I thought my mother was made of cinnamon. Her brown eyes flashed golden in the sunlight. Above her speck of a nose, a field of fine freckles. I always believed she gathered cinnamon like dandruff with a…