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Reblogged by cstanhope@social.coop ("Your friendly 'net denizen"):
Can't remember if I shared this here before - a fantasy short story I wrote when I first realised that I'm autistic and had to decide whether or not I'd try for official diagnosis.
Scorched
“Okay. Here we are, then.” Monica pulled the car to a gentle halt. “Now, you’re sure—”
Appel already had her seat-belt unbuckled. She suppressed her impatience as her mother put a hand on her arm.
“Sweetheart, you’re sure-sure that you don’t want me to come in with you?” Monica said earnestly. “You know I don’t mind…”
*Click click click click click click click.*
The turn indicator was still on, the sound nagging at Appel’s attention.
“It’s fine, Mom.” It took an effort to keep her voice calm and relaxed. She smiled and glanced at her mother’s eyes, establishing that moment of intimacy she knew Monica expected and valued. “I need to learn to do these things by myself, don’t I?”Read the rest of the story here:
https://mashadutoit.com/2022/08/30/scorched/