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 Fathom 1992

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Poetry

Derrick E. Higginbotham (2)
KimRilda LeBlanc (2)
Sean Kirby (2)
Graham Touchie (3)
Julie Traves
L.M.
Ken Samberg (3)
Gina M. Beaton (2)
C.B.
Dana James (2)
Morgan O’Connor (3)
Alex Mason (2)
G. J. Munro
Stephen Saunders (2)
Steve LeBlanc
Duncan McCue (3)

Prose

L.M.
Adrian Vanderwiel

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L.M.

 

Heads and Tales

     My foot reaches up, away from the icy pavement and over the dirty snow. I remove my mitten, grudgingly, knowing my hand will soon fell the cold as I take the change into my palm.

          Clink... clinkclink... .clink.

     The change falls from my fingers and into the money machine. I wonder if he thinks I’m trying to gyp him. I hurry to the back of the bus where I find a place to sit – an empty seat is a rare commodity at this time of day. I think I may have brushed my knapsack against someone, but there are no apologies in transportation limbo. Only glances and stares and smirks and apologetic looks.
     The bus jerks to a start and I look up at the advertisements above the windows. It’s rude to stare at the people, although much more interesting. I stick my hand into my pocket to find a nickel I had forgotten to give as part of my bus fare. As the bus rattles to a stop it flips out of my hand - heads. I wonder if that’s good or bad. The optimistic thing to do would be to say that heads means a good day. But the grey clouds are covering the sun so I don’t feel inclined to say good or bad. So instead I just leave it there to sort out its own fate.
     A girl gets on the bus and takes her time finding herself a seat. The abrupt motion of the bus forces her to lose her balance. She falls on the well-travelled floor face-first. Tails, I think to myself as she giggles in embarrassment. It could go either way.

 

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