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Submitted to Contest #103
Again and again. Again and again I dreamt of her. Each time, one more detail added, one more tile came into focus. Like how your screen gets clearer as the network gets stronger. Most of it was still blurred, but the face, the face kept crystallizing and condensing quicker and quicker, as each dream played out. I was 14 when I saw her for the first time. All I could discern were a few pearl-like teeth and a scarlet dot at the forehead, a bindi, presumably. ...
Submitted to Contest #100
She insisted on Italian. Every birthday. We had considered other choices, as we do every year, and eventually settled for Italian, as we do every year. The mushrooms were sizzling in the butter, all glistening and sparkling. Like her brown, velvet sweater. It was her very first sweater. She'd hated it. Scratched her at her armpits. But she wore it, uncomplainingly, till she outgrew it when she reached 5. She was a good girl. I turned to study the minced garlic. My husband was never very good at chopping garlic. All different shapes and s...
Submitted to Contest #96
She watched as the last car left their gate. Yes, it was theirs now, no longer hers alone. The evening hadn't weakened the sun's glare. The heat was killing her but she wandered around in the veranda procrastinating going in. She suddenly missed her father terribly. She wished he'd stayed around, at least for a few more days. But then she wouldn't have been in this situation at all. At last, she went in. He looked up as she entered, the sun rays exposing the honey color in his eyes. She'd initially thought they were plain black. She ma...
Submitted to Contest #91
The dust had hardly settled when the 5 o'clock bell sounded. The day had been relatively idle, with merely 4 classes having the library period. That left 5 periods free. I was happy that no class had had library during the last hour of the day. That left me 2 hours of cleanup with a 5 o'clock exit unlike subject teachers who all stayed busy till 6. I wasn't very good at anything. No no, I'm not being pessimistic, just factual. My marks at school were dismal, even for language! I hated running or jumping... sports. I stammered and stuttered d...
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