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Submitted to Contest #20
"Mommy, I'm hungry!""Mommy" sighs. Wiping hands smudged with pencil lead on worn jeans, she glances into the hallway for her toddler. Alissa looks fine for now, she thinks with a quick glance at the clock. But it is time for a diaper change and a meal. So "Mommy" stands up, reaching over for a diaper on the bed next to her."Alissa, diaper!" she calls. A part of her stoic expression cracks a bit, revealing something warm inside as she hears her daughter begin to bemoan about her seething hatred for diaper-changing. But at last, she sees a sma...
Submitted to Contest #17
Joe stands in front of the door. He has a bottle of wine clutched in his right hand and a bag held in another. Despite its large size, there isn’t anything in the bag other than his wallet and cell phone. He’s nervous—he hasn’t seen these men in three years. He hears a bout of laughter erupt inside and loud exclamations of joy—he wonders if they’ve ever thought of him. Missed him.They were once his best friends, house mates, brothers. Struggling in college to make a good living, Joe wasn’t even clear on a major. He was pretty sure ...
Submitted to Contest #14
"What is dancing, Lilith?" A microphone was held against the child's lips, blameless and naive and unknowing of the world's secrets. The girl hesitated."Dancing is... happiness.""What do you want to be when you grow up?" the lady asked, bright red lipstick looking daunting, showcasing bared white teeth. Lilith itched in her chair. But back then, tight dresses felt better."A choreographer," she declared after a moment, beaming - it's what they all expected, after all. Lilith Welsh, child prodigy. Acclaimed dancer.Now, self-deemed future chore...
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