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Instagram Mini-Fics"Why is the sky blue," she asked. "Do you want the scientific answer or the poetic one?" her partner responds. "Both." She smiles. "When you look up, the sun catches your eyes before all other things and scatters the light everywhere, sharing their brilliance for all the world to see." #writersofinstagram #bluesky"Those guides, though," he said, laughing, considering their recent hike through the mountains-nestled remains of Machu Picchu. "Right?" she agreed. "Oh look! This random piece of rock is SUPER important." "I wish we had heard why it was important." He leaned into her, casually, without any real intention. They sat closely and comfortably on the train already, but they'd long ago slipped into an easy physical connection. Close enough to say, "let's go on a big vacation together." "You know what's cool?" he said, "This vacation. I've really loved traveling with you." "Yeah, it's worked out really well." She almost joked about trying out for The Amazing Race, but she didn't want to hear him say that was crazy, that it would break them. She wasn't ready for them to be broken, yet. "My parents used to hike all over the place with me and my brother in backpacks," she said instead. "Can you imagine? Hauling us around everywhere like that?" "That would be amazing," he breathed out. "Really?" she asked, turning to him. "Definitely. We'd have the cutest half-American, half-Dutch babies. We'd show them the world," he smiled, without guile, without expectation, and she knew then, they would never be broken. #eavesdropping #writersofinstagramIt works out. Still, rejection stings. #6wordstory #writersofinstagram“Pops, pops! Do you see that one house with the big yard and the tree in the middle of it?” he asks his dad, his nose pressed up against the glass. His dad chuckles, unable to see much beyond the little head with big ideas that fills the squished in window on the plane. “Yeah,” he pretends, “I see it.” “Ima buy that house when I’m grown, then build a awesome tree house and that’s where Jamar and me are gon’ live.” “You won’t live in the big house?” “Naw. You and moms can live there. And Jamar’s parents. I can fix lots of stuff, but you can fix *everything*.” “How do you know Jamar will want to live there with you?” “Because we tight. And he told me about all the stuff we’re gon’ do with our kids. Teach ‘em stuff. See?” His dad smiles and leans in to share the window space with his son, their cheeks lined up, noses to the glass. “Yeah, I see. That’s a good plan.” #Future #writersofinstagram
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