Flash Fiction: “Psychiatrist Appointment”

“Try to explain it in words.”

“I — I feel like the world is constantly telling me that my presence is awkward. I don’t mean the people and society around me. But, the trees, and the birds, the grass — they know I don’t belong. They know I should have been the baby in my mother’s womb that miscarried.”

-Rose Clifford

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