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Submitted to Contest #337
Another goodbye feels so close.I’m not ready.My Grandmother and I have lived under the same roof for two years, yet it feels like we’re ghosts passing through each other’s lives. She haunts 1935, and I exist in whatever future she’s convinced I’m ruining. We share walls and silence; meals strained under the weight of things we’ve stopped saying. Our conversations have thinned into brittle exchanges. They bruise more than they bridge.Avoidance makes me productive. When I don’t want to think or feel, I clean. That’s how I ended up rummaging th...
Submitted to Contest #335
In an unknown time and place is an unknown woman readying herself for an unknown Ceremony. Unknown only because it is her first and we have yet to hear her name. Short, loose curls bounce as she skitters around her messy hut. The cool floor chills her bare feet. “Candles, crystals, offerings, and me, teehee.” She giggles, trying to mask her nerves, and walks out the wooden door. It clicks behind her with a hollow thud. A crow caws in the air, its wings rustling in the morning air. She pauses to inhale the lilac strand that survived her negle...
Submitted to Contest #331
Wind shrieks as snow skates over the frozen lake. Hot cocoa warms my throat, my stomach. The window I watch from rattles. It’s the same one I sat at each season we came here growing up.I wait.Waiting is my specialty. I wait for my new hot cocoa to steam (one mug, never enough). Wait at this frosted window. Wait in fear for winter to thaw.I waited for him.For three months.Planned everything with precision. Winter is a complicit party in my excitement.His face the last time I saw him terrified me. Those eyes. Hollow. Gone. But here? I’ve been ...
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