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I bought Mother a trident for her birthday.

She yearned to reign over the sea, rise from its depth.

I settled on stainless steel. It had the right glimmer, curvaceousness. Grace.

She gave so much, capacity so exhilarating.

Encouraged me to write. Spoke love daily. Love, a constant word, a soft breeze.

I never gave anything. Cliched birthday cards. A story.

When I presented the trident, she smiled, youth resurrected. Eyebrows danced. Lips quivered.

She looked like a true monarch, trident in hand, raised high. “Move over, Triton,” she roared.

She carried it everywhere.

Next year, I’ll give her the ocean.



Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program in fiction. A recipient of two Honorable Mentions from Glimmer Train, Mir-Yashar’s story, “Strangers,” was nominated for The Best Small Fictions. His work is forthcoming or has been published in journals such as The Local Train Magazine, The Drabble, Door Is A Jar, and Ariel Chart.
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