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Submitted to Contest #197
[Trigger warnings: ideas of death, gun use]It was a bright day when I was born, or at least that’s what Darla told me. The first sunny day after a long bout of rain. Mud puddles everywhere, but luckily lush patches of grass, too.I have a faint memory of my mother. Beautiful, shiny black hair, but crooked ears. A hefty broad, who held her weight in all the right places. Nice wide hips and an outspoken demeanor. What I remember most distinctly were her eyes. Big and brown, like they knew what I was thinking. Always knew when I needed a snack o...
Submitted to Contest #195
“Is there somewhere else you need to be, Justine, dear?” I looked up from my smartwatch to find Ms. Ortiz studying me the way old people do, with her nose pointed south and eyes peeking over wide-rimmed glasses. Little judgment lived behind her eyes, though, and instead, a spark of familiarity glistened. Like they held a secret. But maybe that was how grandma's eyes looked. Not that I would know, because I’d never met either of mine. “Uhm, well,” I started, but realized there was only one acceptable answer. Apparently, Dad had informed Ms. ...
Submitted to Contest #194
I was four years old when Daddy and Momma brought Nathan into the world. I knew the second I walked into the hospital room he was trouble, just by the way Momma gazed at him. Like he hung the moon. Or shit gold. Not like he’d crawled out of some hole. But I was a good little princess and played nice.Momma clung to the wormlike creature in her arms. “Noelle will have to share my attention now, Steven. Do you suppose she’ll handle it like a big girl?”Daddy patted my shoulder. “Sure she will. Some extra time with me down at the dealership is th...
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