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Submitted to Contest #19
“Have any of those apples left? The big yellow ones?” The young man across the counter opens his mouth to answer, but is cut short by the darting of the woman's eyes. The circles of foggy green springboard and ricochet off the walls of the farmer’s market, as if chasing a particularly petulant fly. The cashier’s gaze follows. Her finger thrusts past his cheek, yanking him back to attention.“Right that way!”“Ma’am?” He raises his eyebrows, glancing back to the rows of fruit crates. The woman’s thin lips quirk up...
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Mama calls it her sunshine pocket. It’s sewed on a big tweed coat, frayed strings poking out every which way like dead bug legs. The fabric’s brown as dirt with buttons as shiny as beetle backs. It’s too big for Mama, cause she got herself so skinny. I lay on it sometimes. I lay on it a lot at night while Mama works. My head goes right next to the sunshine pocket on Mama’s lap while she tippy taps away at a keyboard. There’s a big window on the wall of the apartment, so big you can see the city lights get all awake when ...
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