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The story of a small town getting cut off, and the difference between being remote and being isolated. It was in part inspired by a prompt about people being cut off, and the idea of “Under the Dome” by Stephen King, which I never read, but had described to me years ago. No one was worried when the small bridges around town washed out, it was a common enough occurrence. No one was even that…

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Last night, in the middle of my Bikram Yoga class (because apparently I'm part-hippy), a memory floated up from my subconscious. Which was useful as it distracted me from throwing up in my mouth in the middle of a crappy Yoga pose.

Anyways, that memory is from when I was around 11 years old. I'd moved from Auckland city to a backwater town in the middle of Taranaki. I did not fit in there and I still don't. They think I'm a snobby bitch who's too clever and sarcastic for her own good. And I'm cool with that because I am, especially when compared with them. Contemptuous much? Yes. But what did you expect? The following goes some way to explaining why I feel this way about that town.

So, I was 11 years old and on the cusp of becoming the person I am today. We had been asked to list all the continents, or something like that. I forget. It was something to do with continents, so meh.  One of the girls sitting next to me saw the list and showed it to a whole bunch of other girls. Soon, there were peals of laughter. Why? Because I had apparently made up an hilarious new word.

That word was Antarctica.

Idiots.