The Last Piece
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1 min readAug 9, 2019
Micro fiction
The companion eagle clung to her shoulder as, with a twisted iron shovel, she labored, vigorously cementing the finest of local stones — pink, green, and tan — fast in place.
“Almost done” she told the man, shutting out his wails of protest from behind the wall with the final cold slab.
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