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Submitted to Contest #78
I'm in Kitty's house again. I'm always in Kitty's house at this time: one P.M. on a Wednesday after my mother drives off to her night classes in her gassy olive green car. Kitty and I like to watch her ride away, as she sticks one hand out of the car window and yells "Bye, Caleb" until she's just driving in a small mossy dot on the town's horizon. Today isn't drastically different. Mom drives away, and Kitty turns to me nonchalantly. Her long black braids swing with her head. "She still calls you Caleb?" Kitty asks, walking to the b...
Submitted to Contest #76
I used to love this school. That was when we first moved to this town, of course. I was blinded by the sparkling canals that the civilians glided on in crescent gondolas, covered by the spring mist. Poppy says that the nymphs like to skinny dip in those canals when the Cheshire cat moon lays it's blanket over us. I loved the way the sun rose from behind the red-brick middle school, and Aunt Carol loved driving me there early to snap photos of it so she could show her friends. I used to love it, yes. Before I started going there. I met Pop...
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