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Submitted to Contest #330
"Hi," The boy next to me smiles. When I ignore him, he taps my shoulder, the sand on his fingers getting all over my nice dress. I barely ever wear it, and this doofus ruins it the first chance he gets. "Do you like dinosaurs?" He shows me a small plastic toy from the play pit, four-legged and spikey. I don't know what it is really - a dinosaur, I guess- but I like the blues and greens scattered all across it. "I like that one," I try grabbing it, but the boy holds it above his head. "No, it's mine!" Why is he even talking to me? Go away. H...
Submitted to Contest #328
Slow, old from age, the doors creak and skitter open. Looking around, my old childhood home is in tatters. The front desk is empty, and the tables are covered in plastic, some in the middle of disassembly. The shelves have been ransacked, but a few lost and forgotten books lay across the floor. I stare at the dust as it falls through the sun rays and onto the floor, the wrapping, the abandoned carts. It's all so haunted now. I remember the life this little library had. The laughter of children at storytime, the clacking of old IBM desktops...
I make another rabbit on the blank tv screen to bored children, one of which is falling asleep. This is clearly going nowhere, so I set the flashlight down and sit across from my kids. “Okay, there’s something I’ve never told you about our family, and where you come from.” Another boom of thunder startles all three kids, and they scooch closer to me. I hold back a smile, “Hundreds of years ago, there was a town called Salem, and in this town, your great-great-great-great grandmother, Chastity, was born. She’d spent most of her life in this l...
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