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Room at the Top

The clouds glide by and wind rushes across my face. The tree tops are below and freedom is above. My soul expands into the blue room and I leave my weight behind. "Ms. Martinel," a voice says. The clouds recede and the trees retreat. The metal window frame limits my world and broken glass crunches … Continue reading Room at the Top

Posted on November 24, 2022November 19, 2022 by Cynthia PraskiPosted in Flash Fiction, SoCTagged freedom, imprisonment. Leave a comment

They

A child that doesn't fit gender norms. What is a norm, anyhow? A teen trying to be comfortable in their own skin. A young adult starting on their own. An adult certain of who they are. They are all you (maybe even me). Our past and present shapes us and our future gives a glimpse … Continue reading They

Posted on November 23, 2022November 20, 2022 by Cynthia PraskiPosted in Fiction, SoCTagged gender. Leave a comment

She?

I look in the mirror. Must look great, on stage in front of everyone. The pants show off my waist and the skirt shows off my legs. Neither one helps my butt. I hate my butt. I choose the skirt. I do my hair and nails and walk into the kitchen. Dad is waiting for … Continue reading She?

Posted on November 22, 2022November 19, 2022 by Cynthia PraskiPosted in Fiction, SoCTagged gender, he, she, they. Leave a comment

Him?

Inside. Jump! Outside. Run, jump, skip, yell! Vroom! my dump truck. Chrissy doll rides in the back with GI Joe. Down the driveway they go! Uh oh. In the street. Look both ways, no cars. Rescue my favorites. Mom yelling? At me? "Coming!" I Vroom! my truck over to her and she yanks Chrissy and … Continue reading Him?

Posted on November 21, 2022November 19, 2022 by Cynthia PraskiPosted in Fiction, SoCTagged boy, gender, girl, they. Leave a comment

Counting on You

One two, who are you? Three four, close the door. Five six, my heart ticks. Seven eight, must be fate. Nine ten, here I go again. On two, it's not new Three four, at the core Five six, it just sticks Seven eight, all the hate Nine ten, replace with zen One two, see the … Continue reading Counting on You

Posted on November 19, 2022 by Cynthia PraskiPosted in Fiction, SoCTagged counting, rhyming, SoC. Leave a comment

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