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Submitted to Contest #298
AA meetings are one of the few places, maybe the only place, where people openly share their shame in a group setting. The dynamic in a tight-nit AA group is completely alien to any other setting in life. People just set their darkest secrets loose on a small group of people harboring their own secrets with the expectation of acceptance.“I’m really struggling with hating myself, you know? Thinking back on all the terrible times… All the mistakes. It’s the only things that stick in my mind,” Daven said to the group. He was relating all of thi...
Submitted to Contest #225
I am a mirror. I have been to many places throughout my life while being passed from hand to hand, job to job. I’ve seen countless bedrooms, even more antique stores, and I’ve even been employed out of doors once. One of my favorite jobs was in the subway. I got to see new people every day when I worked in the subway. I saw people walking past checking their reflection inside me. I obliged because I am a mirror. I see people and things as they are. I reflect back to them exactly what they want to see - no more, no less. That’s what a mirr...
Submitted to Contest #224
Imojune’s attention was divided between watching the clock approach three a.m. and watching the ominously irregular rise and fall of her father’s chest. Three a.m. was only significant because it would mark exactly twenty-four hours of being awake—a rare event for Imojune who was approaching sixty years old next month. She tried to reckon the last time she forewent sleep and decided it must have been during college, nearly 40 years ago. Doing an all-nighter at this age was unwise, she knew, but there was nothing for it. She had to wait and ...
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