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This morning I watched the sunrise. Fire and crimson. Some say that it means something about death and decay. At breakfast the television lit with blue streaks and warm skin tones spoke about calm to save their faces from getting wet with shameless tears. At lunch an upward spiral of fecund wind writhed the tree…
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Aunt Victoria walked into view of the sliding patio doors across the living room. It was dark outside and she looked otherworldly and glowing in a pale white dress. I had never seen her before, but I knew it was her because she looked exactly as I had imagined. I had been watching television with…
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I met the madman when I was eight. He was heap of grease and dirt. I ignored him, feeling uncomfortable that he, a stranger, was so close to me. He sat on the curb under the fluorescent bulbs outside of The Arrow Liquor Shop—the small store next to the supermarket my dad was once kicked…
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Dulles Airport was a mistake. Lyla told her husband this many times as he purchased the tickets. She reminded him when they woke up late and paid 70 dollars for an Uber to tear across the Washington D.C. metropolitan area to make their plane on time. She brought it up on their return flight, while…
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I first heard the phrase “people-watching” when I was a sophomore in high school. I know that seems late, but I was often told I lived in a bubble and that I didn’t pick up on things as quickly as I should have for someone my age. It was a girl who used the phrase…
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It was a prison cell, thick with concrete and dripping darkness that scattered to the walls when the work lamp was on. Elaina Scott knew she was luckier than most. Her confines were spacious. There was the standard twin bed and a table for a lamp and her makeshift radio she built herself from spare…
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