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Submitted to Contest #48
Her soft brown eyes searched mine as I looked down and saw the newborn writhing in her cot. She wasn’t kept with the other babies, she was isolated. Hidden away from prying eyes and wandering hands. Nothing but the rhythmic beeping of the hospital monitors to lull her to sleep. She didn’t cry when she saw me, she remembered me. Though I knew who she was I couldn’t place her sweet innocence. As if I was staring into a mirror, not recognising the reflection. Nothing can be compared to the softness of a baby’s skin, yet there was no comfort in ...
Submitted to Contest #43
The first word I ever said was Mama. I obviously don’t remember this, but Mama told me about it. She was in the kitchen; I was playing on the living room floor. She couldn’t see me, nor did she want to, worried that if she averted her eyes for even a second the milk would boil over, but I was close enough that she could hear my babbling. “mmgg…mMammaa” The milk did end up boiling over and took a while to remove Mama reported. My first memory was also Mama. I remember that one well. I remember the clear skies and sunshine, ironically ple...
Submitted to Contest #40
ASHLEY Shadows danced on the table around my hands as the yellow car light glow shone through the gaps between the vinyl window stickers. Waitresses wiped crumbs off the counter tops and packed away leftover pastries as the day merged into night. I basked in the calm glow of the café, soaking up the atmosphere. My sanctuary, my home. Would I miss it? How could I not? This angelic town where bad things did not happen. I’d built a name for myself here, my medals a springboard into a mountain of opportunity. But would I miss it enough it to ret...
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