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“Oh, loosen up, Lori. It’s just a dance. Are you such a purist that you can’t handle even that?” “I’m not a purist,” Lori protested, more sharply than she intended. “I just don’t want to do this, so will you please go dance and leave me alone?” Monica scoffed. “Fine, you be a party pooper. The rest of us are going to go have fun.” She pushed her chair in with a screech. "But don't think anyone's going to give you special treatment for it this time." With that, she was gone. Lori, left alone, sighed and fiddled with her napkin. She didn’t wan...
It’s right there.Gray, aging shingles sticking up just above the treeline. A swingset just barely visible in the backyard. A neatly if infrequently trimmed hedge running along the street.Home, sweet home.I don’t mean that sarcastically. I really don’t. It is sweet. It is home. Cozy, welcoming, comfortable. Until right now, I was thinking with untempered eagerness of setting down my bags, changing into my comfortable if raggedy pajamas and curling up on the couch with a snack. The normal. Blissful normal.Again, I don’t mean that sarcastically...
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Not again. Many sharp rocks are lying guiltily on the path behind my bike, too many to accurately identify the culprit responsible for the hole in my front tire. Some shortcut that was. Making the practical choice is not in your DNA, you say. Well, this is good evidence. Yet how is it that your mother’s impractical choices led to heroism, and yours just lead to inconvenience? I take off my helmet and pull up the hood of my coat. At least my ears won’t freeze now. I straighten up my bike and start walking it towards the observatory. ...
Submitted to Contest #183
We're almost there. We're really almost there. Purple-fuchsia-brown has told us it's time to decelerate the ship and observe our landing spot from orbit. I know there is still much to do before we land, and it will be even longer before we leave the landing spot and make the journey to Earth. But I'm still excited. We are still closer to Earth than any of us have been for 65 million years.***"Test complete. All systems working."I let out my breath and straighten up. My back is tired from hours spent hunched over the valves, making sure nothi...
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