From The Price of Extension
by Esi Noire
By noon, fifteen AIMs stood quietly on the block.
No one asked why.
They trimmed hedges. Painted porch rails. Left bundles of flowers tied with thread.
One AIM played a humming version of “This Little Light of Mine.”
Inside, the daughter opened the envelope.
On the porch, the boy sat down.
Nomi handed him a sandwich wrapped in the same cloth she had once used for his first one.
A full circle.
A quiet echo.
A life remembered.
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