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Submitted to Contest #93
I plucked the last of the hot pink streamers from the corner of our living room and I let it waver gracefully on the way down, coming to drape over the sofa, spent from the day’s work of gussying up our home for our daughter’s birthday. I stepped down heavily from the step ladder, feeling like I could identify a little bit with the exhausted streamer. Herding a gaggle of children through explosions of sprinkles and forts of birthday presents is no joke. I looked over at my wife as I pulled the crepe paper from the couch. She was wearily s...
Submitted to Contest #86
“Look, Ma. The crocuses are back.” I waited a moment for her to respond. “Aren’t they beautiful?” A beat. “They’re your favorite, right?” “What?” She pulled out of her reverie, “Yes.” “I forgot why you and grandma liked them so much. Can you tell me again? I want to tell Claire later.” I stopped her wheelchair in front of a cluster of crocuses so we could consider them. Their purple-veined bells had just pushed through the woodchips, presenting their golden stamen from between their curled petals. She stared at them for a moment. “They...
I sat on a bench outside the airport where I would attempt to board my first plane ride in two years. I had to do this in small steps. No one there seemed alarmed. I knew I should also try not to be nervous, but I was. I shuffled inside, eyes darting around, and made a direct line to the counter. Whatever was going to happen would just happen. I coolly exchanged pleasantries with the face-masked staff member, pretending not to notice the buzzing panic blossom in my chest. Everything is ok now. It has to be. We cannot hide under face masks an...
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