One of the brakes on my bike is broken. It doesn’t matter. It’s flat here.
Smiling white folks wave at me from golf carts. The weather is always warm. I married up.
I wonder if I’m as good as they are. Or as bad. Maybe I’m both. But hopefully neither.
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Mr. Tomlin hesitated. Despite their dispute, how could he not give his next-door neighbour a bag of apples when other neighbours received theirs?
He stepped onto the porch, rang the doorbell.
“Want some apples? Bumper crop this year.” He cringed.
The neighbour paused, then said, “Much obliged. You like tomatoes?”
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her published works can be found online, in magazines and anthologies.