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She ran her fingers through her tangled, blonde California-girl hair, batted her eyelashes at me and announced, “I’m from Malibu. I don’t walk!”

WHIPTAIL UTOPIA BY CHASE EDWARDS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 26

 

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 26

SEVEN DISTRACTIONS FOR FLOATING
SUSAN BRUCE

ROTTEN VACATIONS
JOHN M EDWARDS

WHIPTAIL UTOPIA
CHASE EDWARDS

WELCOME TO SIRE’S
ROBERT MORGAN FISHER

YOU GO YOUR WAY (AND I’LL GO MINE)
PD FLETCHER

MELODY
ALICE KALTMAN

GAMER GIRL
NICKI SCHUMACHER

TWO LIES IN THE TELLING
JODI TEITEL

TINFOIL STARS
UMA DWIVEDI

LAWN CONCERT
CHRISTINA YU

 

Before the hike one of my students ran her fingers through her tangled, blonde California-girl hair, looked at the rock formation ahead of us, batted her eyelashes at me and announced, “I’m from Malibu. I don’t walk!” Then, she stuck out her bottom lip looking for sympathy—a splotch of marshmallow from last night’s campfire caked her tan cheeks, and dirt and mustard coated her designer jeans.

She survived the hike. At the top of the rock formation I circled the students around a jojoba plant and explained that jojoba is an ingredient in many beauty products. Immediately, the girl from Malibu recognized the name from her conditioner bottle. “You’re a delight! Such a delight,” she said to the plant and plopped down on the ground beneath it. She looked content after that, lying on her stomach with her chin in her hands and thinking about the well-deserved shower she would take in several days. The other students sprawled on boulders and gazed past her, past the jojoba plant, to the ground 200 feet below, where the yucca trees and tents looked like green dots and the world appeared flat for miles....

 

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