Sibling rivalry

He was always the centre of attention at home. No one cared about me, the outcast—not even mum liked my drawings. All because I wasn’t autistic like he was.


This is my entry for day 22 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: centre.

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