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On our walk into town early one morning, Nola says, "Do you believe in God? Like the God in the Bible?""Dang, Nola. That's a heavy subject this early in the morning," I say, trying to evade the question. I learned a long time ago to avoid these types of conversations. But this subject occupies most of Nola's time. Ever since we looked up all the world religions, she's struggled to pinpoint her place in the world. "Didn't anyone teach you that religion and politics have no business in polite conversation?""C'mon, Rags, you're the only p...
Submitted to Contest #247
Nola and I stayed in the shed for three nights. On our second night, I cut and dyed her hair. We burned her homemade clothes in the park shelter's outdoor fireplace. We watched YouTube videos to learn how hikers pack for the Appalachian Trail to minimize the amount of stuff we'd need to carry from place to place. We decided if anyone asked, Granola and Rags wouldn't cut it for names. So, in honor of our first meeting, Granola became Nola Parks, and I decided on Sarah Ragsdale. We embarked on a risky adventure on our third and final nig...
Submitted to Contest #246
The heavy black iron gate noisily creaks as I push into the abandoned playground. This place, my sanctuary, where I sought solace and solitude, has been invaded. The realization hits me like a wave, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I'm irritated at the intrusion. This rusty old playground is my safe space. It's the only place where I can relax and be completely unbothered. I tell myself it's okay; I'm overreacting; it is a public park. I have no right to be angry at others for using the space. Wanting to avoid conversation, I gr...
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