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- Top Story - February 2024
Lollipop DreamsTop Story - February 2024
I glared at the ticket placed before me until the typed numbers appeared to be nothing more than squiggles. Tobacco wafted through the dusty air of my cramped apartment. The kitchen faucet dripped; each drop of water vibrating in my ears. Picking up the worn slip of paper with shaking hands, I flipped it over, quickly reading the claim written in bold ink:
I was flung from one side of the container to the next. My body banged against the thin nylon of the bag and crashed into some type of jar containing many fragrant beads. The throbbing in my head was only eased by remembering her smile as she ate those round pebbles. What was the term she called it? Coffee! Yes, that’s it, I thought triumphantly.
The Death of the Wicked
The majestic black feathered bird sat lonely and defeated in his solitary prison looking longingly out of the bars of his tiny cell. The water that the woman brought him was stale and tasted horrible, and his stomach cramped every time he took a drink of the murky and dirty liquid. His black feathery wings once took him far into the heavens, but now his once glossy feathers were found decorating the bottom of his “home” as the thoughtless woman called it.
THE LIVING ROOM Beaming at him with excitement in her eyes, she quickly pushes the slip of paper into his open palm. Pressing her lips to his, she happily states, “We’re going to the castle to spend a night with the undead,” as she jumps into his arms.
A Sister's Love
A dewy feeling graced her skin as she pushed the heavy, steal doors open, entering the blanket of fragrant night air. Only minutes before, she was cuddled under the warmth of her cosy electric blanket, shielded from the cold of winter until the abrupt text message interrupted her peace.
Not All That Glitters is Gold
He stepped out of the church onto the busy street, folding the collar of his thick grey woollen coat. It was a brisk autumn day. The trees were alive with vibrant colours of orange and gold. A thick layer of smog quilted the city like a heavy blanket. The wet leaves caused him to be more observant as he walked along the paving stones towards the cafe.
Just Hold On
She looked at him in a concerned manner, before stating in a quiet voice, “You can’t leave me. Not yet!” “Do you think that I am choosing this? Do you not think I wake up every day praying this is all a nightmare?” he screamed at her as tears streamed helplessly down his face, his arms waving in abject frustration.