Capricorn Zodiac Highlight
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Dark Side of the Moon
Diane Fraser |
My sister was a blur. As soon as she could walk, she ran.
I was six and she was four. Mom made us matching outfits to wear to church. White with green leaves and pink flowers. She spent an hour tucking in our lace trimmed blouses and socks, taming Dawn’s ringlets and setting the barrettes just right. She pushed us together and snapped a polaroid. There, don’t you girls look beautiful. Dawn looked at herself, flattening her hands over her jacket as if she were wiping something off. The Moon is always female, mother. We stepped out into bright morning sun, budding trees, pine. Dawn ran to the right, around the house. Mom sprinted after her, hobbled by her brown pencil skirt. I waited. Dawn zipped around from the left, feet bare and jacket gone, pulling off her blouse as she flew past. Mom huffed by a minute later. Hold these, she pushed Dawn’s discarded shoes, jacket and socks at me. She circled and returned, Dawn’s blouse and skirt in hand. Help me find her, Mom said, her face an imploded mask. |