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  These Little Wonders

  

  By bwriter24, Kingston, RI

  I am five years old and flying. Dad has lifted me over his shoulders, so high that an angel could grab my hand. Every bright color flashes before my eyes; green grass, blue sky, white clouds. Specs of yellow where dandelions are blooming from the ground. He runs with my tiny body, laughing as I scre...
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  I Came Back

  

  By bwriter24, Kingston, RI

  The bed spread is different than it used to be. It's floral now, not the basic purple that I used to have. Who made this decision? Shouldn't someone have asked me if this was ok? I guess not. I suppose my input around here doesn't matter much anymore. I sit on the new bed spread, r...
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  Your Favorite Color is Red

  

  By bwriter24, Kingston, RI

  Your favorite color is red. But I don't know this because your bedroom walls are painted red, or because you quietly paint your nails red whenever you get too bored. I know this because, when we met for the first time, you confidently ordered a cherry martini at the bar. You whispered to me tha...
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  What Should Have Been

  

  By bwriter24, Kingston, RI

  Much to our astonishment, you are sitting across from me. Stretched along the length of my leather couch, an empty wine glass dangles from your fingers. I lean closer to your face, the smell of alcohol filling the small space between us. I place my palm upon your cheek, feeling the familiar brown st...
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  Chocolate

  

  By bwriter24, Kingston, RI

  As the smell of sweet cinnamon fills my nostrils, my mother's sharp voice tunefully calls me downstairs. Like I always do, I run a brush through my caramel colored hair and spray on a bit of Chanel No. 5. Grabbing one of my many Versace bags and throwing it over my shoulder, I merrily retreat d...
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  Treasure

  

  By bwriter24, Kingston, RI

  I remember everything about her, things that no one else would. I remember how she couldn't be around cats, how they made her sneeze uncontrollably and her eyes wouldn't stop itching. I remember how she wore the same two silver rings on her hands everyday; one on her thumb and an Irish Cla...
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  The Girl Who Hangs Around the Deli

  

  By bwriter24, Kingston, RI

  There is something funny about my relationship with the girl who hangs out around the deli. We have no relationship at all; that's the funny part. I don't know her name, and I'm pretty sure she doesn't know mine either. I don't know where she lives or how old she is. Hell, I...
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  Where We're Going

  

  By bwriter24, South Windsor, CT

  I am rummaging through the hall closet, aimlessly feeling around because I can't see anything. Due to the hurricane knocking the power out, we've been sitting in the dark next to vanilla scented candles all day. When our lighters ran out of fluid, I offered to hunt down my old flashlights ...
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  The Mirror

  

  By bwriter24, Kingston, RI

  She cringes whenever she catches her reflection in the mirror. I have seen her jump at the sight of herself, a painful reaction that never seems to change. Sometimes she steps closer to the mirror and scrutinizes everything she hates. Her hands will run through her ruby colored hair, cursing the anc...
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  A Broken Window

  

  By bwriter24, Kingston, RI

  She smiles at me weakly, as though the simple act of greeting me warmly is using up every muscle in her body. Her frail arms fall limp at her side, too fragile to move even an inch. Her face is sunken in enough to make her seem older than she really is, not young enough to have had an eight year old...
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  Mob Wife

  

  By bwriter24, South Windsor, CT

  Queens, New York - 1972 No one warns you before you do it. No one gives you a hint while you're dating him or even a heads up while you're marrying him. You grow head over heels for him and fall so in love that you are oblivious to the little things. It only makes sense now when I remembe...
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  The Prey

  

  By bwriter24, South Windsor, CT

  He never fights back, no matter how bad the bullying gets. When the cocky football players shove him against a locker, he readjusts his backpack and walks away. When the girls with perfectly straightened hair whisper about his eyeglasses, he pretends that he doesn’t hear it. We're not sup...
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  Barely Twenty

  

  By bwriter24, South Windsor, CT

  "What do you remember about Ireland?" I tap a finger against the top of my steaming coffee cup, sitting across from the past I could never seem to forget. "I remember everything," I answer. "I remember meeting eyes with you for the first time. I remember laughing and ...
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  DOWN UNDER

  

  By bwriter24, South Windsor, CT

  A simple mathematical symbol has never frightened me as much as it is right now. Even through years of Algebra and Statistics classes, it has never made my stomach drop. But now I examine the simple plus sign as it stares back at me, mocking my actions of the past. It brings my mind back to flawl...
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  Flames

  

  By bwriter24, South Windsor, CT

  There is something magical about the flames; the way they dance together, moving around each other in a steady beat that only they know. They crackle and pop, singing to each other while they dance. The flames are beautiful, vibrant and colorful against the dull night sky. It's a shame they onl...
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  Adventures

  

  By bwriter24, South Windsor, CT

  The trees start to multiple. Suddenly there are more of them than there was before. Only minimal sunlight is able to sneak through the branches. We purposely lost the trail a long time ago due to yet another stupid decision we’ve made together. We really need to rethink the phrase “it’s an adv...
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  Silent Prayers

  

  By bwriter24, South Windsor, CT

  We have not seen each other in two months. I haven’t been allowed to visit. Apparently until now she was not ready for visitors aside from her parents. When I had asked the lady at the desk how they knew she wasn’t ready, she told me it was up to the doctors. If they said she wasn’t ready, the...
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  Transporting Lives

  

  By bwriter24, South Windsor, CT

  There isn’t anything they teach you in school that can prepare you for a New York City subway. Growing up in suburban Connecticut, I was not prepared to be spit on by a homeless man and harassed by a pregnant lady smoking a cigarette. As I hold the metal pole to keep from falling over, the subway ...