The Bluestone Review 2020

The Bluestone Review 2020

Prose

feeling in the entire world. So, to all of my sisters out there who understand, and to the ones who don’t understand yet, just hang in there. We are all in this together. Always love and support your firefighter. Hold him close on his bad days. Be there for him during his worst times. We don’t know exactly what they go through. Just try to understand, and sit back and let God handle things. Immigrating to the Beach Town By Veronica Casanova She’s walking along the sidewalk; her mother’s large steps are far too great for her small ones. She needs to run to catch up, the wind catching on her small dress which seems to have a large stain. Her small coiled curls bounce around her face, which allows me to catch a glimpse of her small, button nose with large, almond-shaped eyes. But, her face looks hollow at that moment. The sound of her tiny leather Mary Janes squeaks, but only for a second, before being replaced with the sound of her buckles clicking together, showing the tiny cat design on the toe of the shoe. The woman is walking faster now, almost turning into a sprint. Her face seems mixed with emotions, her eyes puffy and her nose red. The little girl keeps mum- bling something I can’t quite make out. “Mommy.” It is faint, but I hear it. The woman runs faster now; the little girl begins to run, her entire appearance becoming broken and static-like, her feet vanishing. She is hovering now. The woman is now engulfed in a crowd of people, surrounded with officers and questions. Suddenly, she falls to the ground, sobbing. In front of her lay a sheet covering someone way too small, and at the foot of the sheet, a small leather shoe with a gold buckle and a cute little kitty on the toe. It was once white. Looking back now, the little girl began fading with the last words, “Mommy, I’m sorry.” Stress By Taylor Cramer Will I fail this math test? Will I make it on time to class? Do I have time to complete all of these assignments? I have practice in 10 minutes, and I haven’t even changed my clothes. Did I eat today? Of course not; when is there time? Stress creeps up on you like that monster under your bed. It eats away at your social life until the only thing you can think about is your mile long “to do list.” Stress is planning out your day to the exact minute, not because you want to, but because you must. If you don’t, you might forget something...and if that’s the case, then game over. No assignment left uncompleted, no practice skipped, no deadline forgotten, god forbid. Don’t fall asleep; leave the lights on. Don’t check your phone, or you’ll never put it down. Keep working. Just one more math problem, two more essays,

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