"Floccinaucinihilipilification" by Cheryl Skory Suma — Our March 2020 Gold Medal Winner
Cheryl Skory Suma is our first place winner from the contest posted in our March, 2020 issue!
What the judges had to say:
My English teacher says there are many words that mean the same thing. She writes examples in her perfect chalk letters, then smiles her knowledge at us.
I like to find my own words. To curl up in the red armchair in the corner of the attic by the window
and read. The chair that glows the shade of let blood when the sunset crawls up her arms.
If I lay my arm on hers, I glow too.
Tonight the late summer wind is whispering warnings of the impending fall to the tree outside. She has birthed more children than she can cradle, her arms overflowing with leaves that shake at the wind’s whispers. I have no sympathy; adults should know if they can handle a child.
My mother didn’t, so now we both rattle in the wind.
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I was unplanned. Mom’s whole life was unplanned, gramma says. Mom’s “lack of self-worth already shaped me beyond recognition at the age of twelve.” Or so gramma told the court when she tried to take me away, but failed.
Not a fan of defeat, gramma sneaks books to me. So I can experience “another perspective.”
I love them all, but my favorite is the dictionary. Its cover is thick and blue, with gold letters that fade a little more each time I touch it. I started at the beginning, searching for new words. I like to spin them over my tongue until they begin to sound and taste like mine. Whatever novel I’m reading, the dictionary rides shotgun. So I can taste the author’s words better.
When I reached the F’s, I discovered a word that belonged to mom and I. The dictionary proclaimed it “the longest nontechnical word in the English language”. It is a word that presumes everything and imagines nothing all at once...
to read the rest of the story, order your copy of the June 2020 issue.