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Submitted to Contest #160
The desert sun beats down on me, burning me from the inside out. The loose grains of sand work together, trying to swallow me whole. With each step I sink further down, but still, I keep going. I am determined to find her.I have walked this path every day for months, searching for the woman that I used to be. Every day I expect to start further down the path, but there has been no progress. The rocks are in the same place, and there’s a tumbleweed that’s never been blown. The sand cascades over the dunes like golden waves. It is the only thi...
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I hate my grandmother’s apron. I know that’s an odd thought to have on the day of my mother's funeral, but I do. I hate it. Eventually I force my gaze away from it and find myself in the back hallway. Hundreds of photos crammed into dollar store frames, hung clumsily on the wall. This array of photos represents her life from start to finish. I find myself staring particularly long at one of myself. I was nineteen, long brown hair and fire behind my eyes. I thought I was going to be a singer. The photo was taken ...
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