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Our July 2023 Flash Contest was based on Prompt #260, which asked that participants write a story (or poem) that ended in fireworks. Participants were free to interpret “fireworks” however they desired, with most opting for the literal meaning, however some particularly creative submissions had their own interpretations; one story ended in the northern lights, and another ended in a magical flower bloom. Other submissions ranged from a story about a stubborn and crafty dog to a melancholic story about a baby shower to a story about a woman’s late-life realization. As always, thank you to all you participated, and please keep submitting next month! In particular, we congratulate our Honorable Mentions, listed below, and our Winners, whose work you can appreciate below. Winners “Glow” by Nova Macknik-Conde, 11 “Reflections” by Zoe Pazner, 12 “Fireworks of the Stars” by Makela S, 13 “The Baby Shower” by Zoey Shield, 13 “A Tail of Fireworks and Wonder: Coco’s Sparkling Adventure” by Milly Wang, 10 Honorable Mentions “It’s going to Be Alright” by Kyle Chinchio, 10 “The Deadline” by Mia Goldschmidt, 9 “An Independence Day to Remember” by Isa Hasan, 13 “A Home to Remember” by Madelynn Lee, 12 “Change” by Jeremy Lim, 10 Glow Nova Macknik-Conde, 11 The children dance around the fairy lights Trying to catch them in see-through jars Not sparing a thought that Their gleaming prisoners may die   I would not be so unwise To think I could own fireflies That if I captured them As they fled from me in fright They should be my nightlight   I would sit on my porch and watch Dazzled by the blinking sparks Joining the twinkling stars that make up galaxies That shine against the swirling blues, purples, and blacks   I heave a sigh and pull my curtains shut Thinking of tomorrow’s glorious day, before The night when all the fireworks will crackle in the sky Wondrous shades of red, blue, and white The shy kid that hides when I come over will shout ‘Hooray! It’s America Day!’   And I will wave sparklers and eat S’mores And I will stop worrying for next school year And I will have not a care in the world Far from pain and sadness and hateful comments Wrapped in warmth and kindness and light Reflections Zoe Pazner, 12 I walked along the concrete road leading to a beach side bar. I had walked this path so many times before with my mom, my dad and my brother. I was the only one who was left. We came here every year for the fourth of July, my father always loved watching the fireworks. Now in my old age the memories begin to fade farther into my past and I begin to forget the unforgettable. I took a seat at a table, a feeling of deja vu washing over me like waves as I put my back against the hard chair. Music played loudly but it was still in the background of my thoughts. The chair that sat across from me felt like an empty void waiting to be filled with no one to fill it. For the first time in years I felt truly alone, reflecting on what I now felt was a meaningless life. A young woman snapped me out of my thoughts by asking, “could I borrow this chair for my friend?” I looked over to her table full of life and cheerful chatter with so much envy. I nodded at the girl and she gave me a warm smile, which I promptly returned. The sound of clapping filled the beach as the band finished playing “When Doves Cry” by Prince. When the clapping stopped the singer came to the mike and said, “Thank you! We will now be singing “At Last” by Etta James! I hope you enjoy it.” The crowd grew silent with the exception of a few couples who made shuffling noses as they got up on stage to dance. As I watched the couples dance and the music began to play, I was reminded of a distant memory. Many years ago when I was just five years old I came out of my room and into the living room. My dad stood hunched over the record player as he carefully put the easily damaged record into place. He pressed a silver button and I watched with amazement as the black needle slowly dropped itself onto the record. My dad turned around and smiled at me as the opening chords of “At Last” played through the speakers. By the time I had snapped back to the present the song was over and the couples had sat back down, laughing and smiling. The band leader came back up to the microphone and said, “Alright we’re going to take a break as the fourth of July fireworks commence, have a great night folks!” Many went back to their hotel room roofs to get a better view of the fireworks but I decided to take a stroll instead. I walked along the shoreline letting the water tickle my toes as the sand crunched against my feet. I watched as the waves crashed over and over in a never- ending loop of beautiful blue ocean. Then I heard the first boom of fireworks and looked up to see dazzling colors of red white and blue fill the sky. The colors reflected back on the water, a mere rippled version of the real fireworks shown up above me. Sometimes I think I spent so much time looking down that I ended up missing the magic that was right above my head the whole time. Fireworks of the Stars Makela S, 13 2712 CE SHE WAKES to gray and black: metal walls and threadbare pillows and meager quilts. She jolts upright, chest heaving as she tries to remember where she is, when it is. For a moment, all is darkness, until a message flashes across her vision. Please come. She scrambles forward, panic