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Submitted to Contest #225
She pops into view as quickly as she left last time. She’s young and small, blonde hair and brown eyes. She twirls in front of me and I spin too, both admiring her polka-dot sundress and white hair ribbon. She twists her hips, sending the skirt swishing, and smiles. I smile back. Then someone must call her because her head turns and her eyes light up and she runs away. I vanish too. I don’t see her for days, and the next time I do, she is wearing her green pajamas. Then my view changes to look up some stairs. The girl seems to ne...
Submitted to Contest #224
We share the same sky, yet we hardly ever see each other. He rises only when I set, though sometimes you can see me lingering in the predawn hours while he peeks over the horizon, hoping to catch a glimpse of his glorious face. I can never manage to stay around long enough to view anything other than a cheek, an eyelash, the tip of a strong chin. I always wonder why it seems like he is so scared to be seen with me. It’s not like I have any hope of outshining his brightness. Even when my face is lit round and full; when Venus herself pales to...
After the encore is finished and the standing ovation has been seated again; once the traffic jam has cleared from the parking lot, and the dancers are but a distant memory, once the chattering ceases, and the cameras stop flashing, a red solo cup and a stray piece of confetti sit on the floor below the seats of Row 4, between seat 15 and 16, and continue a conversation that got interrupted by the singer on stage and the roar of the crowd. Why these two picked each other to talk to, and not one of the other various pieces of human detritus l...
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