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Sidelines The wedding was outdoors. The sun was butter yellow and warmed Anika's tan skin. She stood close to the punch table and watched the marital couple turn in slow, closed circles on the flattened patch of grass in the meadow. Her pale, sky blue dress fluttered against her knees and she shuddered against the uncomfortableness. Smoothing the soft, too-thin fabric, Anika crossed her arms over her chest, hugging her bare upper arms. Tough fingers brushed the prominent, ugly scar on her upper arm; a flare of hatred not only for the dress but for the person who would dare force her to wear it burned to life in her. Her pinched face watchedLiteratureYou're Such a Boy
You're Such a Boy “You're such a boy, Taylor.” The comment glances off my hide and doesn't even leave a scratch. I answer back, without really contemplating the meaning of the words,”So?” and continue sorting through the twenties in front of me. The cramped back office of the customer service desk at Spain's Supermarket is alive with the sounds of the large air conditioner over head and the chatter of a few stocker on the other side of the wall where the drinks are kept. Its a rare, slow day where the usual menagerie of poor, lower class customers have finally run through their monthly gift from the government, leaviLiteratureBlue
Blue The sky was metallic in every sense of the word except color. The crispness of it cut to the line of the buildings and made their edges sharper, cause the angular corners to become almost blade like. The sun shone on the sky and reflected off it and made the entire day seem impossibly bright. The frigid air that fell from it was like pressing the barrel of a gun to one's skin; the coldness was surprising and biting. But the color was soft and deep and impossibly blue; at the zenith of the sky, the blue became filled with so much depth that looking at it felt like you were going to fall face first into the deepest ocean. You stand therLiteratureAcross the Road
Across the Road She's doing it again. I wonder if she even realizes she's doing it? Eva gave her mother a fixed smile as the older woman wittered on. Eva's hands were folded in her lap delicately, her thumbs poking out from the tattered holes of her old but comfortable jacket. Eva was of a dainty build; she was small boned with dark hair and olive skin. Her eyes were dark and her nose was small and hooked. Her pale pink lips had signs of habitual chewing. “...and really dear, I don't know why you're still wearing your pull over. Aren't you hot?” And there she goes again. The expression remained fixed as Eva spoke softly, cons
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