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Submitted to Contest #285
“Come Martha,” she says, pulling me alongside her. “I want to eat breakfast”.I sigh on the inside but give her a bright smile. I don't correct her verbally, but in my mind, I say: No, it's Audrey, you even insisted that I be named Audrey! I also internally remind her that it's twelve fifty-seven so technically it's lunch time.I've long given up on arguing, it's better this way, arguing makes her uncomfortable and nowadays I'm the only one with the patience to let her be herself. We leave the memory clinic, and I assist her into the car. I'm ...
Submitted to Contest #213
When I named him, I wanted it to be something clever. I wanted it to represent the blending of art and science–even though the two are seldom separate. We molded and crafted him the way children play with blocks or clay, excited, filled with wonder, eager to see the finished piece. When we stood back and admired our work, it seemed there was nothing left to be desired. He was perfect. All that was left to do was name him. One chose Adam, another chose Hawk. Titan. Apollo. They all had their merits and were more than suitable. As for me, I wa...
Submitted to Contest #206
“Think back.”Light flashes rhythmically between bright and dim, presenting two entirely different rooms. It's a dimension hopping trick and being a part of it on this end is unsettling; but I think I prefer the yellow-tinged and rusty metal walls to the white sterile looking ones. I struggle hard against the straps that bind me to an old shredded up hospital mattress.I really thought–tears and spit block my airway and I choke–I really thought that I had escaped. I was so close to home. So close to forgetting these awful memories. I don’t wan...
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