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Submitted to Contest #44
“Goodbye,” She said, gulping down a dry vacuum, which felt like a million hairballs stuck down her throat.“Goodbye ma’am,” The man smiled. Although a full smile, it was a practiced one; flashed for every stranger that paid him for a bag of Merlot Wine at ‘Vineyard Creek, A collection of Chelan’s finest’. “Mom, what did Jose used to look like?”Catherine remembered her eight-year old self asking her mother. Her mother, stooped over their crammed grey scullery...
Submitted to Contest #42
It was the most soulful spring Matt had witnessed in a long time. Wildflowers crept up from the wily cracks in the sun-baked cement; cornflowers were etched across the graveyard like buttons on a Christmas sweater.Matt was gazing down at the scraped earth in front of him – strewn with yellow roses, magnolia ribbons and ten-cent ‘In-loving-memory’ cards. The granite headstone gazed back at him. A voice broke his trance; for a moment he thought it was the cornflowers speaking.“Hi,” ...
Hi. I am incessantly in search for meaning, and I can tell you, it gets pretty tiring.
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