The Playground_Perspectives_The Film Flop_The Three Anns'
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The Playground
TW: Suicide, mental health, languageThere was very little blood, but to hear him tell it, he narrowly escaped with his life. The enormous, bright green bandage wraps entirely around his tiny arm. I have normal-sized Band-Aids in the bag, but Joe won’t even consider them.“Five more minutes, Joe,” I say, interrupting the retelling of his harrowing two-foot fall and subsequent scratch. He and the other boys race back to the swings.I recheck my watch. Rose lays a gentle hand ovwww.onedoor.ccer my wrist, “It will be fine,” she says. I search her face for the lie; if it is there, I cannot find it.I nod. If I open...
Perspectives
I walk into the kitchen to find a Post-It note on my coffee cup that says I love you. I used to think it was romantic, now I just see it as a cop out—Frank’s way of sweeping anything unresolved between us under the rug. But the rug can only cover so much. For weeks I’ve been trying to conjure up those feelings of excitement and passion that I know I used to feel for Frank. There was a day early on in our marriage, after an unusually harsh winter, that felt like spring and we were itching to get out of the house. I made bologna sandwiches and we loaded our bikes into the back of our station wa...
The Film Flop
“Hey, check this out!” Sofia shouted abruptly from right beside me. I carefully placed the glass vase in my hands on a shelf filled with some of this and some of that. Upon turning around, I saw a long, shiny strip of grey, with holes evenly spaced along the top and bottom. “What is that?” I had never seen anything like it before. “It’s an old roll of film,” she replied confidently. “We have some at home. My Dad showed me some.” “Okay. So, we know what it is. But why is there nothing on it? Aren’t there supposed to be pictures?” “It probably does have pictures on it,” Sofia held the roll of...
The Three Anns'
“... walking down the runway, she unzipped and dropped her flowing black cape to expose her outfit, a vinyl, deep red asymmetrical top over a white long dress- she looked like a wet, used tampon!” The girls almost spit out their drinks laughing at Hannah's story of a runway look gone wrong. All three women were doing their best to ignore the celebrities and glamorous fashion elite at the NY Fashion Week event happening just on the other side of the velvet ropes at the restaurant. Not able to score a ticket, they were having their own party. “No one said a thing to the designer, how could we ...