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Submitted to Contest #245
April hums to herself, a tune without much pattern or rhythm to dull out the nagging voices of the other months. She looks down at the thick glass globe, which has discoloured greatly over the last few centuries and wiggles her long fingers some more. A light shower of rain trickles down onto the leaves, the seas and the people on earth. ‘Too much rain,’ declares the ever-knowledgeable September in monotone. He strokes his long moustache and raises his eyebrows, causing rows of wrinkles to fall like dominos up his large forehead. April...
Submitted to Contest #208
Everything my mother had ever owned was packed neatly into twenty-seven cardboard boxes with room to spare. I was numb to noise, conversation and all of the movement around me, because I was transfixed with the twenty-seven little brown boxes that were being removed from her apartment, one by one. As my husband, my teary-eyed Aunt Helen, and her three-legged dog made their way from hallway to car - the dog more front door to the pavement, given its mobility - I remained lifeless on the couch. I woke from my trance to John gently shaking my s...
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