Losing (Emily)

“Losing (Emily)” by Holly Sheidenberger

Emily’s life hadn’t turned out the way she’d hoped. She was a middle-aged suburban cliché.

With each passing year she became more invisible, blending in with the other overweight moms carting the kids to Costco in a minivan.

Mundane chit-chat and idle school gossip crowded out her once-unique identity.

It was time for a change. Drastic.

She ruthlessly cleaned out the pantry. Pringle: gone. Nutter Butters: gone. Froot Loops: gone.

She stocked up on mountains of potatoes, white rice, and pasta. Plain. Simple.

Her stomach thundered, demanding to be fed. Her dreams were of pizza, cake, and cheese.

But Emily endured. And the needed change came.

As the fat melted away, so did the crushing obscurity of mediocrity.

Through sacrifice, she gained self-respect. Through self-love, she gained compassion.

Having freed herself from the prison of complacency, she’d never be hostage again.

Ice Cream Shop

“Ice Cream Shop” by Holly Sheidenberger

My dad made me get a job scooping ice cream. Today’s my first day.

A tall man in a tailored black suit walks in. He’s alone.

His polished black shoes clack aggressively on the tile floor. He monitors the time on a gleaming gold watch.

I’m intimidated.

He steps up to the counter. “One scoop of bubble gum. On a cone, please.”

Bubble gum? Really?

Dumbfounded, I scoop his cone.

Then in one foul motion, the vivid pink ice cream falls off and splashes down on his raven-black shoe.

Dread descends like a thundercloud. I’m going to be yelled at. And probably fired.

But the man smirks.

“I’m going to need another scoop of bubble gum,” he says.

This time I deliver it successfully. He turns and saunters out, never even bothering to clean his shoe.

I don’t know who that guy was, but I want to grow up to be him someday.