Just Wait, micro fiction by Madison Randolph at Spillwords.com
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Just Wait

Just Wait

written by: Madison Randolph



I finish class then I sit on-campus drinking a five-dollar coffee, typing on a thirteen-hundred-dollar computer. Next semester, I will probably enter a master’s program.
My parents love me. I enjoy my siblings, even more so my nieces and nephews. Tonight, after everyone has gone to bed, I will cry and cry and cry. Why?
I don’t know.
The next morning over breakfast I will say, “I don’t feel well. Probably not enough sleep.”
There’s nothing wrong with my life and I know it.
Just need to hold on and wait.
I have no right to feel this way.

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