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Submitted to Contest #170
In my hoity-toity neighbourhood, everyone picks up their dog’s poop whilst on their evening stroll. Albeit, with a cotton-gloved hand and a bio-compostable, tangerine-scented bag. There is a level of unspoken trust and pride in the air, which is justified by the price of the townhouses, that one ‘leaves it as one finds it’. The most common dog breed is poodle, or something-‘oodle’, whose poop only needs one delicate, pinky-lifted pinch to scoop up. After the sun has winked and tip-toed off to bed, and dusk has sauntered into the crisp suburb...
Submitted to Contest #166
CW: Themes of death***My dog died last night, my 16-year-old daughter wants emancipation, and Sonja just looked up at me from her desk, and with a realised clarity whispered; “I quit”. My Scotch Finger breaks in my coffee. “You freakin’-what?”. Mufasa’s claws lose their grip on the cliff in my brain. A sparkler ignites in Sonja's eyes and the universal lenses zooms in. A 200kg weighted barbell seems to drop from her shoulders and she loosens a held breath, while I take in a sharp one. Her phone locks and drops like an anchor.“No, you’re...
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