DWP - yellow: four-line prose prompt

Amanda, her eyes unbelieving, gingerly takes the small safe from the lawyer. This safe has always been the source of her fights with her now deceased mother, who ironically bequeaths it to her. The contents were piled the same way she remembered them, since that first and only time when she was ten and she had snuck inside her mother's bedroom closet to look at the safe's contents, not understanding what those now faded photographs meant, and the yellowed birth certificate neatly folded at the very bottom. She unfolds the birth certificate with her name and birthday written on it, and the name of her real mother.

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Ten years ago, one of my personal writing projects was to write a novella. Amazing how 20,000 words can be condensed into four running sentences.