April 15, 2021

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Short Story: How Abstract Art Liberated Me and Infuriated My Peers

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by Michelle D’Costa

Wine Glass Breaking

The wine glass shatters. It’s Tuesday. It is the fifth glass shattering this week. After I Whatsapp Mom to clarify if shattering glasses bring good news or the polar opposite, I sweep the shards into the dust pan and wet a duster so that the minute particles that have escaped the broom will be absorbed by the cloth. I do it immediately for if I forget and if Kriti steps on it later, I would never forgive myself.

She is in the fifth grade — she is small. She got her periods last week — not that small.

She has gone to school. I wonder what to do. I check if Mom has replied. Blue ticks. She has seen it. I log into Facebook.

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