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Tonight’s going to be a great night! Or so I tell myself during my self TedTalk. I wake up at 2 p.m.—the glamorous hour of the graveyard shift goblins—to get ready for my last night in the Pediatric ICU for this month. I open my blinds, a warm, weirdly optimistic buzz to find the opposite: clouds and gloom. The sky obviously forgot how to sky today. A calendar reminder pops on my phone to kindly inform me that I have a blind coffee date with a Mom-approved electrical engineer who, based on our texts, might actually be 14. Still, hope dies ha...
This short story contains sensitive content, specifically death. “Happy 32nd! Your bifocals are awaiting your return!” My lips twitch at the text from my brother at a very late 5am, probably because he didn’t wake up for her midnight alarm. Another birthday at the airport, just as it should be, because this is where I belong. “Happy birthday, Son,” the elderly man peeping over my shoulder wishes me. “Don’t worry bifocals aren’t too bad.” I half smile and forgive him for intruding- New Orleans southerners generally have no malicious intent an...
Weekly Contest #59
Most people start their mornings with a cup of coffee. Although I am more of a ‘tea now, tea later, tea forever’ kind of person, today I am going to need to conform to the accepted rules due to the unnecessary number of drinks I was peer-pressured into downing last night. My friend was convinced it was needed, for some reason. The place he chose was a teeming club, packed with every other person in the city; or at least it felt like it. All I said was “I’m bored.” He immediately poured me drink along with a “Get a boyfriend.” “I said I’m b...
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