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Submitted to Contest #104
We had our graduation party at McDonalds. It was a Thursday, the day before our final day of high school. At 3:30PM, after we heard the bell ring for the second-last time, one hundred seniors streamed into McDonalds. It must have been quite a terrifying sight; a flood of 18 year olds whose identities were built on flagrant contraventions of the school dress code. All of us had our skirts hemmed above the knee, our legs were stockingless, our bulky school bags replaced with sports bags and handbags, and our winged cat-eye eyeliner extended ...
Submitted to Contest #79
Dear Lee. There are things I never said to you that I hope you know. When we hugged and said goodbye, I looked into your eyes for the last time. They are the same as they were when you were born. Darting and naïve, but confident. With a look, I told you everything I ever wanted to say to you. You nodded. Did you understand me? I'll never know. When you were born, the nurses gave you to me and looked at each other with a smug, knowing smile. One of them winked at me before she left the room. I think her name tag said 'Amanda'. Later,...
Submitted to Contest #76
You wouldn't know just by looking at me that I did a Masters at university. I don't think it's particularly on-brand for a Master’s Graduate to spend all her time on Instagram and pop a mini bottle of champagne at eleven o'clock in the morning. Whatever, it's a Sunday, and I know how loud Sundays are in this house. There's a small National Park about two hours away from where I live. It's not a popular destination for hikers because the path is narrow and rocky and in summer, bugs fly into your collar and spiders trap you in their webs....
⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #54
“Five,” Pops says, holding out his dirty palm to the customer. She looks up from her phone momentarily before dropping some coins into his hand. She was expecting a few more words from him. The corner shop bell dings as Phone Lady leaves. “Five dollars,” I correct him. “Of course dollar. What else? Koruna? Everyone know dollar,” he huffs at me. “It sounds a bit rude if you only say ‘five’,” I scold. Gently, though, I don’t want him to start yelling. Pops ignores me and turns back to his book. I sigh audibly to show my...
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