After work, after dinner, the decompression of day sliding into place with the remote control and some movie offering on demand. He didn’t care which digital mind scrub landed on the television, as
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I picked up Mom’s ashes at the funereal parlor and took them home. My brother Donny was there. We’d have our little ceremony before we scattered her ashes.
Mom was Irish, a real lady, but she
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When you look at alphabet you notice how the letters go A, B, C and D. I feel as though the letter B represents the way that you are born or your birth. It is a very bright and beautiful time. It is
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Today, Monday of all Mondays, she slumps on the frigid bench without brushing off the deep snow. All that moves in this bitter air is her breath. His fresh emotional manslaughter swirls through he
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Sitting on the grass from the inside of the flowerbed, as if the metal bows were there to protect her, not to prevent her from trespassing on the garden, she concentrated on the phone screen. A young
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Does a young girl’s life, like tufts of tumbleweed spiraling in a twister, fall apart in flight or can she land safely in the end? How many tears before tear ducts dry out? Will the endless weeping
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I showed my mother the Tiger Beat picture of Donny Osmond standing at his well-stocked, orderly fridge, his wholesome smile as bright as the fridge light. I begged my mother to fill our fridge with
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Dark. That’s what I see now. My hands and legs, both, can’t move freely. Just my nose and ears that opens. Ticking of the clock and their swear starts feel familiar to my ears. Cold temperature from
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There’s not much to do in the caravan park, and Mum says me and Alannah should go out for a walk, she needs to get on and make our dinner. Alannah’s been quiet all afternoon, sulking most likely
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He finishes his drink, and briefly makes eye contact with the man across from him at the table. He excuses himself and stands, giving a stiff nod to the men at the table as they continue thei
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“I want a divorce “, she yelled at him, while picking up the purse, and slamming the door before his perplexed eyes. That morning she woke up at the same time and did the same routine like every day
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The bow slipped from Amélie’s hand—the sheet music forgotten. Eyes fixed on the stranger at the back of the crowd; crimson crept up her neck. She squinted at the brightness of the day. What a
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The day I found the body was the day I got back from my first year of college. I came home expecting a welcome home party I assumed mother felt obliged to throw. She had
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We heard the elevator coming down and both rushed to open the doors. It was about the time Mrs. Tar went for her lunch and my brother and I both wanted to get the tip. She always tipped well fo
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She took the short cut to the shops, taking a path through a small park. It was just starting to be spring and crocus bulbs were sprouting their purple tips to the world. She had walked this path
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