“You can be whatever you want to be.” my father said.
“Then I want to be a writer, Dad,” I told him.
“But you told me I can be whatever I want to be.”
“Sorry. What I meant was you can be whatever doctor you want to be.”
Mary Kaye Valdez has been fond of written words since the second she found out she couldn’t get along with spoken ones. She also loves storytelling, but frankly, she’s just a liar who wants an excuse. Her work has previously been published in Down in the Dirt.
I was a paper crane. He chose the mint green origami sheet. He first folded me in half, then into a diamond. He folded me once, twice, thrice… fifteen times. He wanted my creases to be perfect.
But I wasn’t. So he crumpled me and I could no longer fly.
Emelyn Flores wrote this story.
This stuff on the page would never mean anything to her. And history: names, places, dates… What was the point?
Glancing into a mirror, she saw snow-blonde hair, river-blue eyes, cute ramrod nose. Remembering other eyes, other glances, she knew that these fixed constants would circumscribe her entire life.
Ruby Ray has worked as a barmaid, cleaner, kitchen porter and gardener. After that she had a career in teaching. Now she wonders what will be next.