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“Come on! Harder!” Mayra Alexandra clapped her punch mitts together and squatted to accommodate her tiny opponent.Alicia lifted a fist enclosed in a boxing glove almost as big as her head and tapped the older girl’s mitt.Mayra Alexandra sighed as only a 13-year-old could and stood up. “It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat,” she told Alicia. “Stand back. Watch me.”The bag shuddered as Mayra Alexandra unleashed a flurry of jabs and crosses on it, long braids whipping around her face, hot pink gloves flashing. Alicia dutifully watched, mimicking Mayra Alexandra’s movements.“Pow...
The disaster at the dance
"Okay, I admit it, I was the one who called the police," said Carla. They were gathered around an investigation table, and no one could leave until the killer was found. You are probably asking yourself "Who are they, and why are they being investigated?" and you are asking the right questions. Let's travel back in time a little. Two hours ago, Carla and her sister Margo were getting ready to go to their high school winter dance. It was a mess of makeup, hot tools, discarded clothes, and questions like "Has anyone seen my lipstick?" "Does my dress look good in this light? Is it wrinkled?" and ...
The End of Market Street
Claire stood at the gurgling fountain in front of the Basilica. Voices and perfume and people in black and gray filled the parking lot and courtyard. Somebody had died, but the tourists kept coming. Kept posing in front of the fountain. In front of the statues of Mary, Jesus, and Saint Francis, taking selfies with all their slick smartphones. Laughing and making faces and gestures among the mourners. Claire wanted to yell WTF? Can’t you see somebody died? Instead, she focused on the fountain and the chubby angels in the center. Why did she care? She wasn’t even Catholic. But she often fou...
Indecision is the worst decision
For the first time in a while, I was excited. My heart was pounding as I walked through the automatic doors into the car dealership. I felt the thrill of adrenaline as I walked with the salesman over to the Newest line of Porsches, we passed car after beautiful car, each one crafted to perwww.onedoor.ccfection. one after another the salesman tried to tell me about. and I tried listened patiently, I really did, as he spits out the specs. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see the one that I would drive out of here, slowly we got closer, with regret I remember how he had asked if there was a specific mo...