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Submitted to Contest #306
It was wrong to look at someone’s journal. I knew that. Everyone knows that. However, it had been sitting in our lost and found for two months. Every month, I cleaned out the lost and found of the thrift store I worked at, gingerly fingering through each little trinket. There was a pacifier, a keychain with no keys attached, a single earring, and that journal. I threw all of the items in the trash- except the journal- with a forlorn sadness. I have always been the sort of person who believes even the smallest item is a reflection of its owne...
Submitted to Contest #302
“I need you to take this to Grandma.” With that instruction, Mom handed me a yellowed piece of paper, folded up in fourths. I unfolded it. There were stains on the page, maybe of water, or oil. The handwriting was in cursive and, admittedly, I could not read cursive. The words were loopy and even angling my head sideways and squinting didn’t result in them being anything other than squiggles. Mom held the phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder. She talked to a friend as she diced vegetables for dinner on the cutting board. She wa...
“I need you to take this to Grandma.” With that instruction, Mom handed me a yellowed piece of paper, folded up in fourths. I unfolded it. There were stains on the page, maybe of water, or oil. The handwriting was in cursive and, admittedly, I could not read cursive. The words were loopy and even angling my head sideways and squinting didn’t result in them being anything other than squiggles. Mom held the phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder. She talked to a friend as she diced vegetables for dinner on the cutting board. She ...
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