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Submitted to Contest #57
Burnt or buried? That's what they ask you when you fill out a cheap form will. Like there's only two options, A or B. Burned or buried? Well, Sarah, I'm not religious, as you know. I don't think my skeleton (what's left of it) is going to rise up out of the ground and make its way to Ground Zero for the rapture. And, you know, worms. Shakespeare, now, he LOVED the idea of worms. Food for worms. How now, poor Yorick. Where once her fabled beauty did sit, worms now feast. Blah blah. I, personally, have nothing against worms but they can find t...
Submitted to Contest #32
She looks just like me.No really, she looks just like me now. People always used to say we looked alike, even when I was in my twenties. “You’re the me I was meant to be, sweetheart,” Mum used to say. “Pretty. Normal.”“I’m not normal!” I used to object, back then.In Mum’s world 'normal' is a compliment. She spent her whole life trying to pass as normal. No one in my generation aspires to be normal (not unless they really aren’t, like, they’re actually mad or something). They want to be crazy, a freak, ‘you’re insane, girlfriend!’The waitress...
Submitted to Contest #31
Margaret likes the way the sink is set into the bench facing the window. As she's washing up - a ridiculous task long since relegated (by the new race) to dishwasher AI - she watches the three wallabies on the back lawn. They bounce around one another, liking their own personal space: they're not like the congregating kangaroo. The grass is very green, the product of recent rains. The forests rise up behind it, a million eucalypts jostling for air and light. She looks at the analogue clock on the wall, a remnant of a bygone age. She has unti...
Submitted to Contest #28
Oh, I used to love him so.The problem is that now, I can't remember why. "I love you more than my soul," he says, and I think, "Yeah, but your soul's not worth much, really, is it? I wouldn't buy a soul like yours, not even if it was cheap."Oh dear, is this what it's come to? He came all the way from America, because he said I could save him - only me - and because in Australia, we don't have crack cocaine. I'd promised always to be there, always, and so when he rang me long distance and said he'd bought tickets, I couldn't say no. But by th...
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