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by Victoria Perkins
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Maggie was thinking. She sat on the decrepit swing-set behind the decaying elementary school where she toiled five days a week. The swing she occupied was the one she had managed to free from its tangled mass of annoying knots. Her fingers ached from the effort. The chains pinched her wide hips where they bulged against the rusted metal. She tried to push off from the ground, but her feet slipped clumsily. The series of sharp pricks on the backs of her voluminous thighs indicated innumerable splinters. Her mother would be perturbed at the task of picking them out. She did not get up. There, at that moment, on that swing, she was undisturbed. She could not have left even if she tried.
Victoria Perkins has lived in three foreign countries (Zambia, Guatemala, and Peru), but currently resides in Ruston, Louisiana. She is working on her degree in English, which she has no idea what to do with once she gets. When not reading and writing, she runs around, looks up recipes on the internet, and knits.
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