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LORRAINE CECILIA SALTER

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What She Meant to Say

LORRAINE CECILIA SALTER

Submitted to Contest #336

The choir room had perfect acoustics for mistakes.Every word bounced, lingered, and returned slightly altered, like gossip with a halo. Even before Mara spoke, she felt the room leaning toward her, a held breath made of wood polish and winter coats and the old piano that had been tuned too many times to be honest.The meeting was meant to be small. Just the committee. Just a final decision about the memorial."We should keep it simple," Mr. Jacobs said, folding his hands as if praying for agreement. "A plaque. Names. Dates."Mara nodded because...

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After the Apology

LORRAINE CECILIA SALTER

The apology arrived on a Tuesday, which felt deliberate—like choosing a quiet day so no one would notice what it cost. She read it once, then again, waiting for something loud enough to recognize. Relief. Vindication. Even anger would have done. What arrived instead was space. Clean. Unforgiving. The kind that didn’t ask what she planned to do with it.She folded the note and slid it back into the envelope, aligning the edges more carefully than necessary. The kettle clicked off behind her. She didn’t turn around.It was a good apology. That w...

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Once Upon a Time (You’re Welcome)

LORRAINE CECILIA SALTER

I Am Leo, and This Is Why I Wake YouThey say my name like a warning.Leo—no. Leo—stop. Leo—please.But that’s only because humans misunderstand time.You see, time does not move in a straight line the way they think it does. At night, it bends. It thins. It becomes soft enough to tear if no one is watching carefully.That’s when I wake them.I am Leo. I live in this house with the woman who smells like warm tea and worry, and the children who laugh in their sleep, and the garden that remembers storms long after the clouds have gone. To them, I am...

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