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Submitted to Contest #222
After knowing each other for half our lives, we were still unsure of what to call each other. Mama said one of her uncles had a son in his second marriage, and divorced the boy’s birth mother, whom Mama had grown to love and trust with all her heart. But we never understood, really, so we didn’t call each other “cousin’’ as we were told.Just “friend”.We were only one year apart, so I visited their home every other summer for ten years. Mama had to work in the summer, and I didn’t mind the two-day trip. He lived in the countrys...
Submitted to Contest #163
11PM. Resting over the bridge of Manhattan’s Southside Pier. The purple sky kisses the waves beneath me as I stare into the ripples. A sight for sore eyes, if I’m being honest. She always loved it. I’m freezing in the bleak November weather, wrapped up in my knitted beanie, scarf and black puffer. My fingers slowly turn into sub-zero cinder blocks inside my cotton gloves - stiff as anything. I blow into the air and watch the vapour fly up and disappear into nothing, as the black night sky consumes the particles. I clasp my hands frantically ...
Submitted to Contest #130
“She was so vibrant, wasn’t she?” I find myself lost in my mind as Dr. J speaks. He knows how to stop me from hating myself. Always so patient – a perfect therapist. A perfect friend. His living room is like home at this point. “Yeah. Really depended on the day, whether she was gonna scream at you till’ you cried, or hug you till’ you couldn’t breathe. Cancer’s cancer, I guess.” I reply with a broken smile. He sits opposite me in his long dark trench coat. A blue and white ceramic tea set, which seems like a relic, sat on the coffee table ...
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