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Submitted to Contest #322
Denise had been working since she was sixteen. Working for $5.25 and hour was minimum wage then. Just having a couple wrinkled twenties folded into her hand felt like she has thousands of dollars. Working at a fast food restaurant for her first experience of a job was the norm. Working in the food department you would smell of fryer oil that clung to her hair, have a uniform with grease stains, and a new understanding of the word stress. But the bills in her pocket would add up and that money meant choices, and choices meant freedom. ...
Submitted to Contest #320
Strawberry Hill, Where the Woods Begin The road to our house was a skinny gray ribbon stitched to the land by fields of wildflowers and farms. Everybody knew South Fork! It was a mini dome-like world outside the little town of Rittman. The allotment was filled with similar, practical homes. The road we lived on was called Strawberry Hill, though no strawberries had ever grown there. The hill wasn’t even a hill more like the earth had shrugged once and never fixed its shirt. But at the end of that shrug, at the edge of our road, the world cha...
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