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Submitted to Contest #151
I meet Maud Lancaster for the second time on the steps of Pembroke College in early September 1962. She’s easily recognizable with her characteristic argyle vest and braided hair, but I must not hold the same level of memorability because she asks, “I’m sorry, have we met?” And I tell her that we exchanged pleasantries at Convocation, and that we’re also in the same American History course with Professor Peterson and I’ve seen her from across the lecture hall. And that’s that, all the basic requisites for a friendship apparently fulfilled. T...
Submitted to Contest #102
The footage is grainy and overexposed in that way only old camcorder videos can be, hazy like a memory. It has been filmed with an unsteady hand and a penchant for zooming in and out, constantly shifting and refocusing, young faces and carefree smiles growing larger and smaller as the cameraman fixates on each pair of sunburnt cheeks in turn.I’ve never particularly cared for being on camera, and on the screen I see my smile dim as I realise the camcorder is pointed my way, brow creasing and blue, popsicle-stained lips puckering. After a few ...
Winner of Contest #76 🏆
I’ve made thinking about him an art form. I’ve had plenty of time to practice and perfect my craft in the years we’ve been together: I paint his profile into the swirling, maze-like shapes that draw themselves on the backs of my eyelids when I shut them tight; I compose music that sounds like the brown of his eyes, so deep and mesmerising that looking into them can feel like drowning. I’ve written odes to his lips, hymns to his hands, an elegy to the feel of him leaving the bed every morning, the loss of that sacred warmth. I think about him...
Shortlisted for Contest #74 ⭐️
One: right where they left youIt’s a wonderful, quaint little spot, a lush, fragrant stretch of grass and white clovers, sunny and warm and right by the roadside, so they’ll have no problem seeing you when they come back. Besides, right here is where their scent is the strongest, on account of how they left you your favourite plush blanket to wait upon, as well as your food and water bowls, heaped with dry food and your favourite biscuits. It’s more than they usually feed you at a single mealtime, which means it’s one of the best things that...
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