Beneath the Surface

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She let the tide bury her feet, then she held still as the salty water washed them clean. The process repeated a dozen times or more; her dry, red eyes focused on her toes as they disappeared and reappeared. She ignored the ache in her right hip, barely noticing it dissipate as the sand beneath her formed a seat. The burn across her neck and shoulders began as a small …

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Girl’s Night

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We sit outside, hoping a breeze will take over when the sun sets, but as it begins its descent, the winds become more still. The fans installed in the corners of the overhang create just enough air to keep us in our seats. We aren’t comfortable, but it will do. 

“My mom is still sick.” Amanda says, wiping sweat from her neck before taking the stale ashtray from the …

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You Were a Vine

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When He took you from me He promised you would become a flower. Any flower I chose. I thought of your resilience, remembered the times you should have caved but didn’t. When you ran, far before you walked, you wanted to jump. So you did.

I never gave you up willingly. I held on for dear life, squeezed you so tight to me your tiny hands dug into my …

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His Love of Nature

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It was overcast today, but he knew what was coming. Summer started tomorrow. Tomorrow was the longest day. The Solstice. Tomorrow he would walk outside and greet the sun.  

Tomorrow was her last day alive.

He’d tried to fight it, tried to delay, but tomorrow was The Day. When the fight left him, he’d begged for that. At least let her have the Solstice. Let her have …

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My First Funeral

I entered the church and went straight to Emily. I hugged her, as we always do when we see each other, but I held on longer. She didn’t mind.

We aren’t family, so I wasn’t allowed to sit with her. I pointed to the pews along the side, where Judy sat. 

“I will be with her. I will always be looking at you, so if you feel like you need me I’m right there.”

I’d …

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Marilena Learns to Rage

Marilena woke promptly at 5:20 am to the soft chimes of her alarm. She took a moment to inhale and, as she exhaled, smiled to herself. Rising with a slight spring (it wouldn’t be proper to hop out of bed, nor would it be wise to move slowly), Marilena dressed in the workout clothes she’d laid out the night before, ensuring a smooth panty line and giving herself a moment’s thrill as she adjusted her …

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The Missing Girl

Please note this story includes some minor sexual content. One day at a rest stop I was looking at the pictures of missing children on the board and one of them looked like me. It sparked this idea of a girl seeing herself at a rest stop many years after she went missing. Continue Reading