Blue Bits and BreadMallows by Nonie McElroy

Mammy takes the little blue bits of the crust off the sliced-bread and puts them on the floor in front of the fire. The lights have gone off again. The pile of blue bits gets higher. They look like a tiny mountain of blue eyes. I tell Mammy. She says why would you have a...

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