Cynthia Mejia
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Curiosity Killed Me
The alarm clock screams at me with a 7 a.m. wakeup call. Beep, beep, beep. Yes, it’s an actual clock with an alarm and not a feature on my phone. In fact, my phone sits on the desk in the spare bedroom I’ve designated as my office. I lay in bed listening to the offending contraption for a full minute before switching it off. I slide out of bed, my bare feet touching the cool wood floors before stepping into my slippers. Making the bed takes just another minute.
By Cynthia Mejia3 years ago in Fiction
Finding Emily
Sitting on the bench staring at the newest “From the Neighborhood” exhibit at Framed, our little city’s own version of The Metropolitan, it could have been like any other day. Usually, I’d have been here just to relish the work of local artists our little museum had chosen to highlight this season. But there is nothing usual about today. Because today, my entire world is falling apart.
By Cynthia Mejia5 years ago in Humans
