100 Words on My Late Twenties, short story by Olivia Rerick at Spillwords.com
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100 Words on My Late Twenties

100 Words on My Late Twenties

written by: Olivia Rerick



I woke up today to find that I’ve been aging.

“You’re so young!” My elders protest. “Life is still dawning on you.”

It’s true that I am young, and probably will be around a while longer. But today I’m older than I’ve ever been before, and the effects demand my attention. My feet are sore – am I my mother? – and crouching is increasingly an event. My body aches after a day of working with my hands; she wouldn’t have five years ago.

I am not twenty-two anymore. I didn’t think that would be true until I at least hit thirty.

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