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Amanda Henderson takes a deep breath, scrutinizing her reflection in the dorm room mirror. The young woman she sees there looks nothing like her, but rather a version of who her professors believe she ought to be. She wears an unimposing blue jewel tone dress, one that goes below the knees and covers her voluptuous chest. Her heels are exactly two inches high and closed-toe (of course). Her legs are trapped in the senso...
“Thank you so much, again, for agreeing to do this.” “Hardly,” Tessa said. “You didn’t give me much of a choice, Emily.” Maybe that was harsh. Tessa knew her sister was home sick and needed help today. She took a breath and said with less malice, “What else are twin sisters for?” “See? That’s the spirit.” Tessa checked her makeup in the mirror again, shocked at who was looking back at ...
They call them patchwork hills. Rolling, misshapen, vibrant as the stock photo shown on my laptop’s background. Each time I take out my Iphone 4 to snap a photo, I’m disappointed. There is no way to capture this passing beauty but to look at it in wonder. That hardly seems fair. We’re on our way to Cornwall, England to sing and make music for the locals. Almost everyone on this train was a stranger up until one week ago, when this overseas program began. We’ve been in transit for over four hours, but I feel as though I could...
“Hello, my son,” came a geriatric voice from behind a mesh screen. “Please begin in your own time.” What am I doing here? I wondered. “I hurt someone,” I said. The wooden bench creaked beside me. Surely he’s heard worse. “I’m so sorry to hear that. Would you mind telling me when the last time you came to confession was?” While trying to think, my phone glowed with a notification. My c...
Boots the Cat “A few years ago I was living with someone, but she died a few weeks back. Stacy was her name. And Stacy had a cat named Boots. I never liked that cat, but once Stacy was gone, guess who was in charge of Boots? “Me. It was me. “I met Stacy because when I moved to New York City, I really needed a roommate. Everyone needs one to affo...
Our tender chicken breasts are coated with grated Parmesan, the menu reads. “Sam? Do you know what you’re getting?” And Italian breadcrumbs. And– “Sam?” I look up at the familiar brown eyes which hold an unfamiliar expression. My mother’s lips jut forward. “What are you ordering?” My focus is all over the place, and I haven’t been able to read past one item. “The um..” ...
Originally from New Orleans, Audrey is an opera singer, teacher, reader, and and a person who is falling in love with writing.
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