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Touch
In the nights she dreamed of being a child, playing at the park. Sun kissing her face, laughter and yells from others filling the air, a breeze playing with her long curls. A shriek of surprise would escape her as the boy that was it jumped up onto her level and both kids would go off running along the platforms grinning. He would reach out with his hand as she whipped down the slide, his fingertips just missing her hair. The feeling of her heart breaking would bring her up to consciousness, wishing she could go back and grab thawww.onedoor.cct boy’s hand, that she could go back and hug every kid on tha...
All boys should play
Charles was rolling down the hill : it was going slow at first, then his body gathered velocity, like an avalanche. Тhe lightness of the air made him burst into surprised laughter. Another outburst of laughter - that of a child - followed his.` Isn `` t - isn ` t this - great?`, asked Junior as they reached the bottom of the hill and came to a stop.` Surely beats walking down the damn thing `, answered Charles, still laughing. ` God, I haven`t felt this light, this weightless in...``...in too long `, interrupted him the boy, looking at his face longingly. His eyes were the startling blue of th...
Reclaim Life
Germaine hoisted her backpack and followed fellow passengers to baggage claim. Before entering the tropical climate, she unrolled a straw hat, covered the silver locks she no longer disguised, after they forced her out, and hurried to the shuttle. She hovered at the back until everyone boarded. With most of the seats occupied, she chose the single to the right of the driver. He muscled the rattling vehicle through the crowded street, honking at cars trying to maneuver the maze. Germaine clutched her bag and surveyed the small colorful homes. Did the residents desire escaping life like her? Sh...
The lies we tell
I look at the clock. It’s 4 P.M. Only one more hour and another working day will be done. I text my son Jake to remind him to clean his bedroom and do the laundry because I’m too tired to follow you around, picking up after you like some maid. I reply to a text from my husband Alan telling him that no, I’m not coming home late today and that there’s food in the fridge. Then, I grab a pencil and doodle on a piece of paper. My hand traces a cat with two pointy ears and three whiskers coming out from each side of its face. I hold the paper up, tilt my head and examine my drawing.I got married at ...