“Hey man, it’s not every day you get to officiate your best friend’s wedding,” Dad clapped me on the back. Hopefully he couldn’t see how I was trembling inside.

“I know,” I gulped, shoving my sweaty hands down into my pockets.

“Well it sure is a perfect day to do what you were ordained for,” dad laughed, “for once the humidity ain’t so bad.”

It was a beautiful day indeed, I thought regretfull...

2 years, 3 months, 5 days

2 years, 3 months, 6 days

2 years, 3 months, 7 days

2 years, 3 months, 8 days

2 years, 3 months, 9 days

2 years, 3 months, 10 days

It has been 2 years, 3 months, and 11 days since I last saw my father. He works in the navy, and has been overseas, I don’t know exactly where he is; he is not allowed to tell us, but tomorrow...

When it was recess ,

I would go to play,

With the other kids,

That were my age,

The kids on the monkey bars

The ones who climbed

On the places that say they shouldn’t and they’d lie

Some would watch the cars

And some would just slide

Maybe they would spin,again,again,and again

Until they pretend to die

Some were really morbid

And some wouldnt stop doing cartwheels

Some would family and make...

He closes his eyes tightly as I push him in the fisher price swing. His face relaxes and his blond curls blow gently in the wind as he swings back and forth. “Faster, Mommy,” he says and I gladly comply. He breaks out in a fit of giggles as the swing cuts through the cool April air in this wonderful evening.

I don’t take pictures of him because I don’t want to get distracted from the wonder of it...

She looked at me, her fierce green eyes matched the green Earth. Her dark hair bounced around her shoulders as she marched through the grass towards me.

"Let’s go. The quest is done. We can live now. Let’s go!" She grabbed my hand and tried to pill me with her but I stood rooted in the grass.

"I know. But I still have more to do," I said uncertainly. I suddenly felt every ray of sun on my face...

The park was filled with tiny children and parents. I fixed my overalls, and began walking towards the swings. I began swinging, but I noticed a man who was very close and suspicious to the little children, and it was very unappealing. He had another man with him, his face very dark as if he had been punched. I gasped, but I didn’t realize I had done it out loud. A little girl on the other swing l...

At the bus stop, anxiety and anticipation mix in equal measure. It’s Tuesday—a day notoriously unlucky for missed buses—and yet, as I watch, the bus lingers as if it too were pondering the mysteries of destiny. I board with a silent nod of thanks, clutching my lucky coin, a cherished relic from a soothsayer ancestor. Every clink of that coin reassures me that the universe, in its infinite wisdom, ...

“Lilly?” Micheal asked through the dark as they swung on the little swing set in the park.

“Yes?”

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

Lily slowed down her swinging to answer. “I was 8, you were 10. Boys in your class were messing with me because of my Dad being in prision. You told them to leave me alone and then offered my a dandelion.”

“Do you remember what you said afterwards.”

Lily blu...

I watched him for a while. He sat, legs outstretched and swinging beneath him, on a lone swing set in the corner of the park. His hulking frame seemed out of place amongst the neon rainbow of colours painting the playground.

I scraped my fingers through the loose curls in my hair. Now I knew what he’d done, my father seemed to haunt my every move. And there he was. As a little girl, I looked up ...

“What do you mean you both lost the package?” I almost yell, having to check my temper. This isn’t the time to lose it.

“Well Boss, he was there one minute then gone the next, we scourged the whole area for two hours but he was nowhere to be seen,” Randell slowly responds, his lips pressed together. I know he was worried about me shooting him but this wasn’t the time or place for that either.

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