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Weekly Contest #102
I was way too young to have heard the words stranger danger when I first saw him. He was sitting on the curb in front of the old bookstore at the end of the block, sunshine streaming through his scruffy white hair, mischief dancing in his crystal blue eyes. He was eating candy while reading. Those little sugary lemon drops that kids love but adults think are repulsive. I was on my way to the park. Eight years old. The age when you begin to think that you have things figured out, yet everything is still new and different. The age when you hav...
Weekly Contest #81
It’s Valentine’s Day, and I am alone, utterly single, and decidedly regretting my life choices. The bar is overflowing with the giggles of drunken bachelors, drinking away their Valentine’s Day. No couple can be found within a five mile radius of this place. I’m probably the only sober person here, wedged in a corner booth by a TV blaring a soap opera that some older women appear to be very fixated on. I stare at my salad, as if all the answers in the universe can be found mixed in with my lettuce and tomatoes. I push my plate away. I’m not ...
Weekly Contest #61
Sea salt. Chocolate. And lemonade. As soon as I catch the scent on the breeze, I know I’m home. We stop at the beach. The aroma is stronger. Sea salt. Chocolate. And lemonade. And all I can think about is her. The way the sea salt scent got stuck in her sun bleached strawberry hair after long days in the water. The way our skin became pruny as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky our very own watercolor. The way she always poured in way too much lemonade powder, so much that the drink became sugary chalk in your mouth. ...
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