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Submitted to Contest #80
When Fiona came to, she was hit with a plume of smoke and the thick smell of her dad’s freshly lit Marlboro. She rubbed the crust from her eyes and stretched her neck - she fell asleep with her head against the arm of the couch with no pillow for support. It must have been at a 45-degree angle all night. Her dad, always well dressed, sat in her grandfather’s old Windsor chair positioned opposite the couch, The Irish News propped up on his one crossed leg and cigarette dangling from his mouth. The heat from his coffee met the hazy ai...
Submitted to Contest #79
The blistering heat created subtle waves across the fields for as far as I could see. As I waited in the beating sun, I saw Little Orphan Annie dancing across the waves, Sandy in tow. Instead of the dog, I had a worn, brown suitcase at my side, containing whatever would fit from my room at Miss Eleanor’s House for Girls. I was standing at the bus stop a mile and a half down the road, which was more or less a weathered sign on a pole that the driver of the 152 knew to slow down for when they saw a person standing idle. The f...
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