By Sarah Vesely
I spend the summer of ’99 with gold in my hair. Mom’s busy getting her master’s degree, and the world unfurls for me like I’m a queen in her kingdom. I’m Her Majesty of suburbia, ruler of the playground. No dinnertime, no bedtime—the other kids just think I can do magic. We leap from the monkey bars, go headfirst down the slides. My heart’s a hammer. Faster and faster. I’m a turning top on the merry-go-round with no mother to call me because Mom is gone with ambition and I am spinning, spinning and I don’t know how to stop.
Sarah, Love the energy in this piece, and especially the last line’s final, flailing phrase, “…I don’t know how to stop.” Nice writing!
Yes, great energy. Love how fast this reads, until that final devastating line. Nice writing.
This is quite poem-like in its precision and rhythmic drive. Nice work!