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I handed five dollars in quarters to the gas attendant, along with my last scraps of dignity. It’s all I had left to put into my almost-empty tank. I know I shouldn’t have gone for a drive today with my kids at home and my to-do list growing by the second, but my body craved it. The way the bass vibrates your feet, numbing your skin. The way the steering wheel hums beneath your palms and the wind blows your hair in every direction but the right one. How the road stretches out like a question you're allowed to chase.My mother is to blame for ...
Weekly Contest #309
The fluorescent lights are blinding, and the air reeks of cleaning chemicals that smack me awake as I walk through the door. You’d think after eleven years, I would be used to it. But I’m not.I head to my station to pick up my patient chart for the day. Same routine. Same pen. Same neatly structured clipboard. I scan the names—some home visits, some hospital rooms.A name catches my eye.June Bursburry. Stage 4 pancreatic cancer.A newbie.“Margo?” I snap around. It’s Danny, a member of the night crew. By the look in her eyes, I know nothing goo...
Weekly Contest #308
I lay beneath the willow trees, letting the sun pierce my porcelain skin. Ever since I was young, I have been fascinated by willow trees—how they surrender so easily to the wind, freely moving without resistance. I envy that kind of freedom. From here, you can hear the waves faintly crashing into the shore, as if they too are reaching—longing—to touch something just out of grasp. I like to think of myself like the waves: always reaching, always searching, yet never able to grab hold of it. Like them, I’m caught in a cycle that I can’t quite ...
Weekly Contest #287
There is something about the scene in a coffee shop. Is it the potent smell of burnt espresso that lingers on your clothes long after you are gone, or the ever present collision of emotions flowing through the air? There’s a sense of calm amidst the coffee shop chaos that somehow provides an escape route to everyone that enters. A place anyone can go to escape, reflect, or dream. Observing the flow of people, I can’t help but wonder if this is how everyone felt at twenty—blissfully overwhelmed by their big aspirations, that at one poin...
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