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Submitted to Contest #320
I woke to a canopy of trees and twinkling leaves and the memories I held most dear. I wished they could’ve been real. I shivered in the cool morning air, wearing only my Giselle costume, light and airy with the long flowing skirt, point shoes laced perfectly up my legs. The night before, I had twirled on stage, the Prima Ballerina in a production of Giselle. How I loved to be her and float like a ghost across the stage, weightlessly lifted by my partner, spinning balanced on the tips of my toes. I woke to that all crumbled away, as if ripp...
Submitted to Contest #319
Sadie was only seven when we crashed. I always made sure she sat in the “magic seat,” the one right behind the mine. Statistically, the safest place to be, for all the good it did. One moment, Sadie was telling me about the spelling bee coming up. The light turned green and I put my foot to the gas. She sipped her juicebox. “Daddie? You know what word is so hard to spell? Tuberculosis.” And then, the crunch, the broken glass, the impact. Not even a scream from the back, for she had already hit her head. There was a ripping feeling, something...
Submitted to Contest #309
My new roommate arrived promptly at eight in the morning. I had thrived in the apartment all by myself for the past two months. I didn't have to use headphones when watching Gilmore Girls on my phone, and I could sleep in my underwear. I could leave the window open at night to feel the breeze. My old roommate Becca didn’t tolerate that. But rent was astronomically high and I was ready to share it. When the knock came, I shovelled the rest of my eggs and avocado into my mouth and offered to help her unload. She was older than I expected with...
Submitted to Contest #308
Contains mentions of death and grief. “Where are we going now, George?” Riley asked. He sat in his booster seat in Uncle George’s old blue pickup on a blistering summer day. George looked at him through the rear view mirror. Riley held the new dinosaur toy he had begged for at the corner store, the tag still attached. He had a purple stain around his mouth from a huckleberry ice cream cone from the diner.George reached his right hand down as if to hold Ava’s hand even though it had been years. He sighed.“We have to make two more stops, Pal....
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