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Submitted to Contest #238
When I was cursed, Mama wasted no time. She had every right to crash to her knees, to wail with an agony so pure she could be put behind ropes in a museum as a monument to grief. She had barely aged out of her own childhood, my papa had left her without a word or any money, and now her own sister had used her dark magic against her child. But love was the language Mama was most fluent in, and so it was the one we used with each other. I was 4 when I was cursed. I barely moved, back then, stayed rod-straight, so afraid of what the sligh...
Submitted to Contest #191
She wasn’t San Francisco’s Best Florist ten years in a row, she was only her daughter. But Clara wasn’t immune to the charm of the shop, to the jewel toned bouquets hanging in the windows, like heaving baskets of star-colored fruit; to the sweet perfume air, the smell of only good tomorrows. She did well enough, with her mother away - quotas were reached, sprinklers turned on at the right times; she could wrap the thick, soft paper around the selected bouquets and nestle them in a customer’s arms like a newborn baby. But Clara saw i...
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