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Submitted to Contest #326
Silence screamed into the place beneath the branches. The bench crouched under the tree, the last of its green paint chipped and flaking, scattered like the confetti of better times. I used to like the silence. It had been a silence of quiet things; my mother’s hands as they carefully unwrapped the foil containing our sandwiches, the quiet breath of wind into this small patch of green between the buildings. This was our place. The colour in the grey. A weathered sign clung to the edge of the scorched grass. “Park Green. Do not feed the squir...
Submitted to Contest #323
My sister had only been dead for three days, but I knew she wouldn’t miss our monthly tea date. On the second Wednesday of every month, we met to put the world to rights. Between the school run and the day’s looming chores, we would pause. Snatch a breath. It became routine. Then habit. Then something more. A ritual. One neither of us would miss. For as long as I could remember, we would meet at her house or mine. Her kitchen held terracotta plant pots, warm against the sunny yellow paint. Mine was peppered with small white tubs, dried peas,...
Winner of Contest #320 🏆
Freezing bark scraped against my face as I balanced two-thirds of the way up an oak tree. Winter had made the branches brittle, and the rough wood cut into my bare feet. A gust lifted the branch beneath me. I dug my fingers into the trunk and pressed closer. I could hear the scratch-tap of the beetles inside the bark. An old tree. Energy swelled deep within the trunk of the oak. Most of the younger trees had pulled their magic, retreating and binding it deep underneath the sleeping earth. But the oak was holding on, fighting the bite of cold...
Submitted to Contest #319
I leaned back and pressed the ice pack to my eye. Cold relief radiated out, reducing the throb to a welcome numbness. I eased out a breath. Something tapped my leg. I squinted at the school nurse.Mr Garcia held out another pack, one eyebrow raised. “For your hand.”I winced and glanced at my knuckles, bleeding and starting to swell. “Thanks.” “Let me guess, I should see the other guy?”I almost smiled but felt the telltale sting as it pulled at the split in my lip, and grimaced instead. I shouldn’t have hit him.Mr Garcia’s face darkened. “Ryan...
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