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If you will like to write microfiction in 100 words, feel free to give this challenge a try.
Karen watched her mother hand the picture of her late father to the photographer. "Frame it," she said, her voice wobbly.
The photographer nodded and left. Karen hugged her mother from behind. Her father was sick for a short time and passed that one day when her mother left his side to go home for a change of clothes.
Karen was in school then. When she got to the hospital, her mother was in tears, and rolling on the floor. "He left me, Karen. He left us," she wailed.
"That will keep his memory fresh in our hearts," she whispered.
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