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Submitted to Contest #140
2022 I pass Lincoln Center with the click-clack of my boots. I look toward the illustrious theater and breathe it in, smiling to myself. I feel heads turn. It seems as though an old lady with poise is one worth staring at, or perhaps it is my red lipstick that manages to turn heads. Crazy, though they call me, I can only wear high-heeled shoes. I am tall enough, and I walk with an elongated neck due to years of practice but the shoes, however, remind me of my youth as a ballerina. The paradox of maintaining an ethereal disposition of a wom...
It was a peculiarly cold morning for May. I was living in Zurich, miles from home. The pandemic had made it difficult to see my family back in the United States, and communication between unrelenting schedules and the eight-hour time difference was scarce. I was busy with work, spending all of my days at the Opera House, for I had pursued ballet my whole life to attain the job I had acquired. Having little time for myself or others, I became preoccupied with my own world. It was a busy season at the opera. My exhaustion made me irritable, a...
Submitted to Contest #138
My grandmother was a woman who was stuck in her yacht club youth and insisted that everyone who did not want a life similar to her own, was either lying or delusional. She was an inspiring woman, true in tenacity and grit, and I aspired to be as self-assured as she. When I was eighteen, I decided to study abroad in the art of communication, and I could not be more ecstatic to leave the predictable life I led in California. Every morning I would commute on highway 101, listen to Fiona Apple, and imagine the fury Greta Thunberg would embody af...
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