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Kimberly Espeland A love story without using the word “love” If Life Gives You Plastic The day Brayden and his family left the Biodome, easing their boat down the ramp, through the airlock and into the water, it occurred to me: this was permanent. The small crowd seeing them off dispersed quickly, as if business could go on as usual. Mom patted Dad’s arm. Softly, she said, “It’s all for the best, and we really need to keep settling higher ground. We have to keep trying.” Dad pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, then looked a...
Submitted to Contest #154
Admission By Kimberly Espeland Eric stuffed the open envelope into his parka and trudged back to the farmhouse, slip-sliding on some black ice. Maybe they got it wrong. They probably mixed him up with someone else. The frigid air made him cough. No one was watching, so he used the doorframe to kick snow off his boots. Freya was in the kitchen, pouring oats into a sauce pot. Eric took off his scratchy hat, fluffed out his blond hair with his fingers, and blinked the morning mist out of his long eyelashes. “Mom, what if I apply to U-Dub?”...
Submitted to Contest #151
At Least Try to be Normal By Kimberly Espeland At the sound of the buzzer, Bachelor Number One sat down across from Kelly at the plastic folding table, and she began. “Hey, I’m Kelly: I was born here in Seattle, I like hiking, and I was almost cast on MTV’s The Real World.” In the meeting room behind the Caffeinery, the smell of stale coffee permeated the humid air. “I’m David. Didn’t that show air, like, five years ago? You must be 25, 26?” His button-down shirt was creased in squares, right out of the package, and spattered wit...
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