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I walked out to the family room one Saturday morning shortly after my thirteenth birthday to see my mom taking books off the shelves near the TV and stacking them neatly into various boxes. I was definitely groggy, but I had to be dreaming. Or my eyes were playing a trick on me. Something. Why was she packing? I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. “Hey,” I said by way of greeting. “Hey,” Mom ...
Gray Cobs are all the same. They think their magic makes them so superior. I mean, well, it does. By law. But only by law. In terms of, like, the world and humanity and whatever, no human being is actually superior to any other. Right? But that doesn’t mean they’re better than us “lowly” Figs. And yes, I’m saying lowly with air quotes even as I think this to myself. We’re...
I turned the envelope over in my hands. A sealed blue envelope, just my name, Randal, written neatly, in unfamiliar handwriting, in marker on the front. That’s how I knew it was official, the real deal, something I shouldn’t be holding. No one called me Randal. Not unless I was in trouble or they were reading my name off a list. And then it was usually Randal Ann, to be sure everyone around knew I was a g...
“I feel like we should be able to get out of here,” Greg sighed, sounding totally exasperated, fed up with the situation. “Ok, but we’re snowed in,” Michelle said. She agreed that this was the worst - no one wants to be stuck in the lodge instead of out skiing when what you came to do was ski. “I know, obviously,” Greg muttered. “I just…” he trailed off. He looked around at everyone e...
“Tea?” The annoyance is clear in my voice. Better to appear annoyed than show my true feelings, right? “Tea.” Grandma’s one word response means she’s distracted. I shouldn’t be surprised. “Tea, Gran?” I try again. Maybe in her distraction she’ll accidentally allow me to skip it. “Of course, dear.” She’s setting out cups and saucers and napkins and I don’t even know what els...
“Go with my gut. Go with my gut.” Alfie stands at the entrance to the cafeteria, repeating the words like a mantra. Though she’s not quite sure she understands, exactly, what it means to go with her gut. She takes a deep breath, staring down at her bright yellow Converse. They aren’t new, but she washed them for this occasion. Even took the laces out and washed those. She didn’t want to ta...
Jan. 18 Slides into booth. “Happy New Year, man.” “Can you still say that?” “I mean, yeah. The year is still new, right?” Shoulder shrug. “Mmm.” “You know Seinfeld already did a whole bit on this, right? About getting greeted with a ‘Happy New Year’ too late into the year?” Nods, sips coffee. “Mmm.”
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