Cottonwood Grove_Sweet Criminal of Mine_I Know._Utopian Dystopia
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Cottonwood Grove
The residents of Cottonwood Grove didn't like change. They or their ancestors had lived and died in the small community by the river for over two hundred years. Occasionally a member of the population would go to college and return with a new spouse. Usually, the community accepted the spouse. Nedra attended college in the closest big city. After graduation, she returned, married to a handsome man from that city.Everyone liked Wendell. He laughed at all the old jokes and told some well-worn jokes himself. He was always available to help with fieldwork and never complained about the hard work...
Sweet Criminal of Mine
Shruti’s legs devilishly dangled from the stone ledge. She swung them in small circles like coffee stirrers blending in some half and half. Her eyes followed the stoned walkways to a sewww.onedoor.cct of regal stone stairs that existed only at prominent government buildings and Ivy League campuses. She made eye contact with the statue of Alma Mater, her hands upraised as if to ask her, “And what will you bring to enrich us all?”Two degrees and seven years later, she didn’t have an answer.“Shruti!”“Hey, Miles.” His lanky figure towered over hers despite her perch, his hug nearly dropping her from the ledge....
I Know.
“You know it’s illegal for you to smoke that right?” The brunette asked, motioning vaguely at the cigarette pinched between the blonde’s lips.“Yeah? Are you gonna tell on me? The gas station guy didn’t seem to care that I’m not twenty-one.” She responded, wisps of smoke escaping her lips and floating into the night sky.Leaning over, the brown-haired woman plucked the cigarette from the blonde’s fingers, leaning against the taillight of her partner’s truck. Pulling one of her knees up to her chest, the other remained dangling off the tailgate, foot tapping the air to some silent rhythm.“I care...
Utopian Dystopia
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it but the place looked exactly the same. Time moved in contexts and waves, Ruhi decided. Each wave displaces the previous settlement. And yet there are some people who live in the flux of things. Her maternal uncles occupied the first and the third house on the first lane of Dwarka Nagar or the Gateway (to Heaven) City. The cemetery masking it from the road lent its name to the colony. Gateway to Heaven collected many behind it. The houses were all single roomed, small dwellings filled with lot of people. Ruhi’s sight could travel through th...