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Submitted to Contest #337
There was a time. Somewhere between pigtails and training bras, where I remember kindness. A softness that is only offered to a child, or at least a texture I haven't experienced since. A time when skinned knees and palms were marks of joyful afternoons in the sun and not evidence from nights where dishes were broken, and the driveway was the only escape. I remember that day so clearly, it feels preserved. My memory somehow sealed it off from everything that came after. The smell of sun-warmed black plastic. The way it radiated heat was like...
Submitted to Contest #336
“It’s just…”The words stalled in her mouth. They felt unfinished and suddenly fragile. Maeve let the thought hang there while her eyes drifted around the room. She searched for a gentler sentence. Nothing came to mind. The room was suddenly too small tonight. Or maybe it always had been that way, and she was only just noticing. Noticing while she was standing there, feeling exposed. Unable to find anything softer, anything kinder, she swallowed and finally said it.“This just isn’t what I signed up for.”The words sounded dull as they landed. ...
Submitted to Contest #333
What it said:It isn’t anything fancy. If you are looking for good, fresh pizza, Villa Capri II is a good stop for a pie or a slice. Okay parking and decent prices. Quick service… but be sure to get a garlic knot while you’re waiting. Would come again.What it meant:You will spend some of your most meaningless Tuesdays here.Sundays after soccer, shin guards still half on, socks stiff with dried grass and sweat. Your cheeks are flushed from the cold, or the heat, depending on the season. New Jersey weather never fully committing to one thing or...
The fork lay at a forty-five-degree angle, gently nestled into the crook of her hand. Still, it clutched the twirled pasta tightly within its tines. The fresh parmesan shaved generously by their waiter was beginning to disappear into the red sauce. What had recently topped the noodles like fallen snow was now dissolving and becoming indistinguishable from the vodka sauce beneath it.She placed the fork along the edge of the plate. It made a small and precise clink as it met the porcelain rim. She reached for her wine glass and took a long sip...
Submitted to Contest #328
She looked down at her father, almost lifeless, in the hospital bed. The steady beeping of the monitor seemed to sync with the rhythm of her own heartbeat. The sound was both grounding and unbearable. His face, once so sharply defined, had softened and hollowed with illness until it was nearly unrecognizable. The skin clung to his bones like damp paper. What she did recognize was his nose, the one she shared, covered by a breathing tube. His ice blue eyes were closed, likely never to open again.Her family had told her she would regret not co...
Submitted to Contest #327
Painfully hungover, I pushed the black Ray-Bans over my eyes in hopes they would shield some of the fluorescent lighting from the Queen Street Bodega. I roamed the aisles slowly, as if the cure for this malevolent hangover might reveal itself between the Lays and the random rack of off-brand plungers. Although I had been in here almost every day for the last five years, I scanned each shelf with unbridled determination.I grabbed a Protein Lean bar, whatever the fuck that is, and dragged myself to the cooler. Two Gatorades, yellow and red, on...
Submitted to Contest #325
She awoke under the cover of trees, blanketed in soft dew, their dark green colors not yet exchanged for crimson. She opened her eyes and was met with the harshness of the morning breeze, brushing against her exposed skin and pulling small strands of hair from behind her ears.“You shouldn’t pull your hair back too much,” she heard her mother’s voice ringing through the trees. “People will think you’re a boy.”It appeared her mother and the wind had made some sort of deal that day...to expose Eliza as the woman she was. But neither the wind no...
Submitted to Contest #324
The sea was a constant hum beneath her thoughts. Even now, as the tide pulled in, Maeve stood at the edge of the rocks, her skirt whipped by the wind, a wicker basket pressed against her hip. The air was sharp with salt and seaweed the kind that burned your lungs clean and left your lips chapped. Below, the waves licked the stones, each retreat leaving a glimmer of foam that looked, for an instant, like the lace at her hem.Inside the basket lay the fish...or what the people of Ballycarra called fish. Caught not from the sea, but born from me...
Submitted to Contest #323
The chamber hummed with a low, electric pulse, the sound vibrating through the metal floor and up into her bones. The walls loomed around her, a dizzying tower of blank screens stretching floor to ceiling, waiting, watching. They glared white and empty, static flickering like snowfall in the silence. It was suffocating—an endless void, reflecting nothing back at her. The only color, the only movement, came from the steady blink of a small red circle in the corner. The ReBirth Button.Marabell’s breath caught. She had heard whispers of it sinc...
Submitted to Contest #322
“You’ll find him when you’re not looking,” she said, squeezing my arm before floating off in her pastel chiffon to join the other bridesmaids.It was the third time that night someone had asked me the same question: “So, when’s your turn?”Fair, I suppose. This was my third wedding of the summer. At this point, my college friend group had officially been paired off and shipped away like carefully wrapped packages - addressed to “Forever After,” postage paid, fragile but insured. And I was the lone box left behind at the post office, battered a...
Submitted to Contest #319
They were beautiful, the others.They stood in the garden like a living chorus, radiant and upright, their petals glowing as though they carried the light of the sun within them. They wore soft shades as if spun from silk, and smelled of what I imagine heaven might.They twirled in the grass as the guests arrived, each tilt and bend a delicate performance. It's almost as though they had been born for admiration. The guests pointed, gesturing to loved ones to gaze at their beauty too. They all smiled. As if, somehow, just the sight of them rele...
Submitted to Contest #318
Ghost Hunter?Among the seventy-five unread emails, this subject line caught my eye. I hadn’t had a request for a gig in almost six years. Ghost Hunter, since Matt left to get married and Ray went solo, had long since died out.The sender was someone named Robert.I opened it and read: Ghost Hunter,If this is you. I am in need of your services. I will pay. I found you in the directory at the New York Public Library. Please contact me at 212-459-8452.Signed,Robert F. Finnigan I laughed. Poor old guy, clearly confused. I closed my laptop and thou...
Submitted to Contest #317
We hadn't seen each other in five months. That was what we agreed on. Five months, while arbitrary, was what my therapist and I had worked out during our (what felt like hundredth) call about the break. She thought five months would be a fair amount of time for someone to work through something and find a path to recovery. A fair amount of time for me to stop clinging and start breathing without him. Enough time for him to prove to himself and to me...that he could.Standing in the doorway, I didn’t know what exactly I was expecting. Maybe fo...
Submitted to Contest #315
The good thing about having a birthday in early February is that it comes quickly - ripped off like a fresh bandage. No long buildup, no mounting anticipation, no ballooning expectations. Just a sudden arrival, a day or two of attention, and then back to life as usual. The bad thing is that your wish has nearly eleven months to let you down. That’s plenty of time to watch your life move forward, unchanged, no matter how tightly you close your eyes during your birthday wish or how fiercely you believe. Today is August 12th. My half birthday. ...
Submitted to Contest #314
She sat up, groaning softly as the rusty springs of the mattress pressed against her spine. Her elbows dug into the scratchy, slightly musty-smelling comforter as she scanned the room. The overhead fan rotated with a slow, uneven wobble, casting warped shadows across the ceiling from the bare bulb above.Where is he? she wondered, turning toward the analog clock beside the motel’s Bible. The red hands pointed to 8:45.“Ugh,” she exhaled, falling back onto the bed, too tired and too hungry to care about whatever invisible motel-borne bacteria m...
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