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Submitted to Contest #87
In my dream my alarm blares, over and over until my eyes spring open, my fingers lazily search for the snooze button, poking and batting until finally peace and quiet. It’s 7:30 a.m. and it's April 1st, or should I say April Fools’ Day. I groan, rolling over and hiding beneath my blankets. The thought of the day ahead squeezes my stomach into knots. I contemplate faking a sickness, but that's almost impossible to pull off when your mom is a nurse. ‘My throat hurts - But it's not red. I think I have a fever - But you're not warm…’ It never wo...
Submitted to Contest #86
What is a flower? A seed, a bloom, a blossom, a symbol of happiness, sadness, or love? What flower says goodbye, I will miss you? When asked to pick flowers for her Funeral I didn’t know where to start, she loved Daisies, but no, those were too cheerful, she loved Roses but those were for people in love. A Sunflower? Too happy. “Chrysanthemums,” the woman said, “Are the ones used for death, they are the ones that symbolize life from beginning to end.”I stared at the woman who, matter of fact, told me which flower would represent my Moth...
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I woke up this morning to the sound of someone's dog barking, the same sound I heard yesterday or was that the day before? I Lay there, staring at the ceiling, counting one, two, three...throw back the covers and roll out of bed. Groaning, my body sulks its way to the washroom, wanting to avoid my reflection but it’s there, the same as every day staring back at me with sallow eyes and pale skin. I pause for a moment and wonder when will it change? When will it be different? Scoop the coffee, pour the water, listen to the hum of the mac...
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