Tag Archives: Laura Michael

Cops and Robbers

When I was little, we used to play cops and robbers. We’d pick an object – a hat in the winter or a stick in the summer – and the robbers would try to steal it from the cops. The … Continue reading

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Waiting Room

Adhering to the established pattern, I sat in a chair that maximized my distance from the other women in the waiting room. Our gazes crisscrossed like the lasers that protect state secrets in spy movies. A little piece of the … Continue reading

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Walking Back

For some reason, when he asked me to walk on his back, my first thought was that he’d be able to see up my skirt. Of course, this was impossible – his eyes would be facing the ground. But upon … Continue reading

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When the Cicadas Stopped

That summer, time was as thick as the air. Minutes stuck to our skin, slowly melting off with our sweat. A crescent moon hung in the clear blue sky, taunting us with the promise of a nighttime breeze. It was … Continue reading

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