Here’s a short piece inspired by your prompt, Blanca knew the weight of morning before the sun ever rose.
She reached for a pencil stub and began to write. blanca the poor girl from the slums
She signed her name at the bottom, folded the paper carefully, and tucked it inside her shirt, close to her heart. Here’s a short piece inspired by your prompt,
“Tell me a story,” Mateo would whisper. folded the paper carefully
“And a window?” he asked, eyes half-closed.