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Submitted to Contest #282
OneA walk. the worst of worse to come.I struggle to see. My rose-gold glasses forbid it, let me down once again. So I squint. Streetlights stretch and overlap, but Mom’s silhouette clears. Blonde hair, dark roots and loose curls fall on her black jacket, looking familiar. She perishes, my eyes readjust.“It might be time for some new glasses.”New glasses, just to see less. It’s always too bright, even when there’s no moon or sun and the clouds cover everything that’s not close. Someone painted this town yellow.The doors fall shut quietly, but...
Submitted to Contest #276
Mom lets go of my hand as our house comes into sight, the sun hiding behind the pointy, black roof, right above the triangular window that’s always open because Dad likes it cold. A familiar sight. Goosebumps on my arms.“Don’t tell Dad you already ate, he made dinner.”, Mom says, taking out her bundle of keys and searching for the right one.“Do I have to eat it though?”, I ask.“Of course.”We’re greeted by a dim, warm light and lively chatter as Mom pushes the door open. I wait, let her go first, then follow right behind her into a different ...
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