Danny nodded from deep inside the chair next to Ellen. His pinkish skin appeared warped and damp in the haze reflected off the window. Like a mirage, thought Isadora. Dark rings of sweat spread outward from his collar and under his arms. But Isadora knew Danny would never complain. Nor would he ever leave. Ever.
© Nadia Brown, 2016
Becoming Roots 
I like that your writing is clear. It’s always refreshing to read new material and I like Isadora. Excellent writing.
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That is an incredible compliment. Thank you very much!!
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You’re welcome! Keep up the wonderful work 🙂
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