By Grace Schultz Sometimes I dangle my foot off the end of the bed, hoping the monster underneath will grab it. I don’t know what to tell you, quarantine has been lonely.
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Corona Time!
By Grace Schultz One day I was in Costa Rica, yelling, “It’s Corona time,” drinking Jaeger bombs and champagne, and celebrating the new year with a bunch of people at a bar. Then, spring break came and it was actually Corona time–not the same vibe.
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Percussion Music
By Grace Schultz Natural disasters can create beautiful things–new opportunities for life, new landscape, even music. Nothing says percussion music like a graveyard during an earthquake *shake shake.*
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A Gold Wedding Band
By Grace Schultz My recently widowed neighbor always joked about how pigs were the best way to get rid of a dead body quickly and that she may have used it a time or two—accompanied by a short laugh and wink—every time I came over to give her animals a check-up. I always thought she was kidding until one of her pigs suffered from a gastro-obstruction: a gold wedding band and a small money clip.
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Voices
By Sara Hinojosa I heard my mother call me from the kitchen. As I walked in her direction to respond, I heard the same voice whisper from the other side of her closed bedroom door: “Don’t go over there, I heard it too.”
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The River
By Zoe May As I touched the other side of the river, I shouted in excitement, as it was the first time I’ve ever beat him across! Until I turned around and saw he wasn’t behind me.
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I Awoke
By Tim Rawson I awoke. As that pleasant dream faded, I remembered I had to teach today, on Blackboard.
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The Neighborhood Weirdo
By Dave Onofrychuk You merge into traffic and cut off the driver behind you, who traces his finger across his throat, baring his teeth at you. He is the neighborhood weirdo; you watched him dig a deep hole in his yard last week.
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The Babysitter
By Nora Miller I left the house with the kids and the babysitter. An hour later I got a call from the babysitter that she was running late.
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The Nurse
By Megan Farrow As a critical care nurse, I was accustomed to a patient’s health status suddenly changing for no apparent reason. So, I knew no one else would notice either as I pocketed the lethal drug and continued my rounds.