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Submitted to Contest #299
It was Christmas Eve, 1984, at my grandma’s house. Her townhouse was packed with what felt like 100 family members ranging in age from 2 to 75, some more beloved than others. Great Aunt Mandy was likely the least beloved by the cousins. While arguably a decent person, she was, well, crabby. She didn’t like kids and had zero tolerance for our shenanigans. Some cousins enjoyed winding her up like a top and watching her spin, shouting at kids in an angry, dizzying, and unpredictable rant. Others, like me, were terrified of her and preferred to...
Submitted to Contest #241
**Trigger Warning: Child Abuse**A frail boy hunches forward in the driveway contently playing with sidewalk chalk. His frame is small, and his legs bend at unnatural angles while he draws. Deep in thought, he seems unaware of her presence. Every few minutes anxiety swells in his belly and he looks around frantically to see if she is still there. For now, she is, and he returns to his artwork.She can’t help but smile at him each time he looks up. While he colors, she studies him. His eyes cross slightly. His tilted head and malnourished body...
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