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Submitted to Contest #221
My name was Aspen, like the place. Or the tree. I can’t remember now.I knew two places well: Home, and the White Room. I think about them often. Home, and the White Room, and Daniel, and Ma.Home was dark. Too dark. Home was air that was heavy; a silent room, but for the occasional sound of Ma, coming in to check on me. Home was Ma’s warm hand on my cheek, a cool towel on my forehead, water trickling down like a heartbeat. It was lukewarm milk and Ma’s perfume, sweet like honey and jasmine, and the low hum of insects and cars passing by outsi...
Submitted to Contest #220
I board the busy train, a small beige bag in tow. I take one last look behind me, half-expecting to see someone running after me. I see a mother, trying to quiet her screaming toddler; a group of teenage boys in soccer jerseys, yelling and tossing a ball between them; a boy, probably the same age as me, pacing back and forth. The boy is handsome, in a young, boyish way. In another life, maybe I would have approached him, said hello, smiled. Maybe he would have smiled back. Maybe we would have fallen in love.But this isn’t a love story. Not i...
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