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Submitted to Contest #94
If she had asked me to drop the ceramic Tupperware on the kitchen slab, I definitely would have said a “No! No!” Not because I didn’t want to, but that she had said so. She didn’t ask anyway, so I dropped it hard, it crashed to the floor. “Oops! That just happened,” I said, feigning regret. My stare remained firm and un-darting from the anger brewing over her face. She looked like the blight might bite, and I gave a mock smile, waiting for the worst she could possibly muster. If she did say something, I sure would have had a perf...
Submitted to Contest #92
A little light; a little radiance; and these hydrangeas are a beauty to behold. A little too much; and the petals are gone, burnt. This is illumination, this beauty, this is the hurt. What once was your prime source becomes the bane of your existence. Light, the sun, and then fire. Green, green hydrangeas! I snap shut the book and peep through my window one last time to see the proud neighbor take his final zoom off. My heart cringes again. The sun had robbed me the light of love in a primely holiday. The first time it happened, I wa...
Submitted to Contest #91
It makes exactly two months today since the drastic overturn began. The phase where life changes its course and death is undeniably inevitable to the larger-than-life. It is a glaring truth, a sporadic downturn that oars the later tides of my path through the earth. Forever. Today makes it two months exactly since I woke up to the alarm ringing on the sit of my juniper bed table. The snoozing little asset had been gifted to me by Tena, my only sibling, on my seventeenth birthday weeks ago. It is a valid asset and I cherish it to t...
Submitted to Contest #90
Two years ago, I was gifted a Tissot. It was a little after graduation and Aunt Leena, thoughtful as she was, offered to drive me down the jewelry shop. I was valedictorian. She wanted me to have the best grad present, and so I picked the sapphire glassed watch. “It was the perfect match for my eyes,” she had said. I thought so too. I thought she was the best aunt I could’ve asked for. I thought we got all the time in the world to make our own memories. But in honest truth, we didn’t. The little sapphire piece was snatched o...
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