I want to paint my nails. My mother says no. She says the look is stupid, that I’m only ten. She does not understand my urgent craving for the magical shades of glittering red and pink, brushes that transform dull beige into a shimmering rainbow.
Tag: prose
Colour Change by Penny luker
The bedroom walls were covered with posters of fantasy drawings. Clothes were hung from doors and draped over chairs. Make-up spilled from jars and pots and colourful jewellery decorated every surface.
Green (with Envy) by Diane Tarantini
For the longest time I loved you. And hated you. Actually, it was more of an envy. ‘Cause day in and day out boys liked me but wanted you. Week after week I was cute but you were hot. Back then I was pretty sure cute was a four letter word.
Skipping Memory by Janet Caplan
“Skipping: first-in-line! “
That refrain suddenly echoed in my brain and I was eight years old again. That was my opening line anytime I wanted to play skipping with my brothers and the neighbourhood kids. God knows, my friends and I were always vying to be first: typical girlish competition, I guess. But on the street, my street, I was it.
Fatherless Anyways by Montana Rogers
The bell on the front door of the practice chimed loudly, and Allison looked up anxiously as she deposited one of her patients’ folders on the receptionist’s desk for re-filing. A father and his son, who was wried to a portable CD player and bobbing his head silently, walked in. The father steered his young son to a chair in the waiting room and went to check-in at the front desk. Allison stood at the water cooler, one of the paper, cone-shaped cups in her hand, making sure she had a clear view of the parking lot. They should have been here by now.
Triple XL by Patricia Parkinson
I have a dead man’s clothes in the back of my van. I didn’t know the dead man. I only know that he wore triple XL and died of a massive heart attack.
Senses of a Coffee Shop by Jamie Arthur
As I push the door open the aroma of coffee tickles my nose. The espresso machine whirls its greeting to me. Scanning the shop I am happy to see my favorite booth is open. I take my coat off, carefully lay it out across the dark gray vinyl bench, and place my gloves on the blond wood table; wanting to stake my claim on my favorite spot. I walk up to the counter to place my order.
Snow White Casts a Spell by Bernie Brown
Jenny decided to bite the bullet and stay up late to sew, even though she’d rather be in bed reading The Help. Her husband was out of town, her kids were in bed, and she had to finish her daughter Meghan’s Snow White costume for the fourth grade play. She sewed all the way through four reruns of “The Golden Girls” and three of “MASH.” Now it was almost midnight.
A Christmas Star by Penny Luker
Rosie smiled at her daughter as she entered the nursery. Star, came running towards her, with arms raised ready to be picked up. She lifted Star in the air, twirling her around so that Star giggled in the way only a two year old can.
Late Last Night by Deborah Reed
Calling the police was my last resort, and that didn’t work either. The responding officer looked about sixteen, apparently just out of the academy, and a chauvinistic pig to boot. Oh, he was polite enough, listening to my side of the story with detached amusement, then patiently, like he was talking to a three-year-old, explaining to me that no, he couldn’t force Jared to leave, he’d lived here too long, had mail delivered here, had clothes and personal belongings in my house, and well, ma’am, as far as the law is concerned this is Jared’s house too.
A Promise of Friendship by Sarah Gregory
See, she’s not just any girl. She’s my best friend, but we haven’t always been this close. It is a new closeness that only we share, Charlotte and me. For some reason she reached out to me. I was just a random guy who plays football with that asshole, a random guy she used to smile at when passing in the hallway.
Balinese Therapy by Neha Kirpal
Alexandra had just told Dan that they were on a ‘break’. After having been in a string of relationships for the past so many years, Alexandra had thought that she may have finally found ‘the one.’ She was sure that Dan would propose to her soon, but something got her scared and she needed the break. Needless to say, it was proving to be earth-shattering for her, especially since she had been the one to have initiated it. Rummaging through her drawers one afternoon, she found a note. At the height of their romance some months ago, she had written it. So feverishly happy in love had she been.
Bittersweet Young Love by Alexandria Probst
I was headed to Grandpa’s where I would be spending my hot days ofsummer helping him keep up with the farm and house work. I wasn’t excited about going there this summer because I just turned sixteen and got my license. I would much rather be spending the summer days with my friends riding around town in my car but momma would never let that happen.
Quilted Vision Boards by Jeanette O’Donnal
Once upon a time, or maybe twice or thrice, yes three times, I made my vision boards. The first one I made was the best. I was green at it but I was motivated and inspired by the thought of placing on them a dream, or two, or three.
J’aime l’ete a Paris by Neha Kirpal
Shelly had recently turned 30. For the last few years, she had lived a relatively uneventful life, consisting mostly of work and then coming back home. There were just a few get-togethers with friends thrown in once in a while, whenever she had the time. Having lived by herself in Sydney since she was 21, she had found that there were always too many responsibilities that stood in her way, hardly giving her any time to have some pure, unadulterated fun.
Three Fat Ladies by Penny Luker
The three fat ladies sat on the beach wall at Eastbourne. Their cherub faces defying the truth of age. They made an image like a comic picture postcard. Anne was the largest, weighing fifteen stone. She’d walked along the promenade to The Wish Tower, eaten her very large dinner, followed by a chocolate and banana sundae and now she was catching her breath, before making her way back to the hotel.
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