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Submitted to Contest #265
When I had initially gotten the invitation to my best friend’s engagement party I was overjoyed. Elise and Andrew had been good friends all through our childhood and dated in college. I was about to bubble in the “Yes” space on the card, until I saw the location. It was Andrew’s vacation cabin just behind the mountains. I loved Andrew’s cabin, but the mountains always frightened me. I tell most people it's a fear of heights. Though not completely a lie, I really always get a bad feeling there. Sure it’s a great ski spot that I do use every n...
“Ezra, where do you think we are going?” I shifted the bags of grain to make a place to lay down.“I’m not sure. I heard a man with an Italian accent. Maybe we are going to Italy.” Ezra too started to make himself comfortable among the crates, bags, and barrels.“I thought I overheard a man talking about a mademoiselle. Maybe we’re going to France!” Ezra looked over at me with that twinkle in his eye. He stood up.“ Actually Dimitri, I think we are going to Greece. I can see us there at the beach swimming.”I stood up. “ No no! We are going to S...
Submitted to Contest #264
“Mr. Stephens, it's time for your speech,” James reminded me quietly. I had been absently twirling my champagne trying to enjoy the photos that adorned the walls. They were not dull or repetitive by any means. Perdita’s photos were always quite exceptional. I stepped onto the marble platform which by now was garnished with heaps of flowers. Mounted behind it was a lovely oil portrait of Perdita. Even in painted form she had those soft doe eyes. I was about to clear my throat till a pair of eyes forced me still. Eyes that saw through me. But ...
I popped a squat down on the black diamond bench. I dropped the red plastic jug at my feet and gently placed her leather bound journal next to me. I took this moment to bask. I stared across the bright green field. Everything about the field screams superiority and confidence. The precise white tape slices the field into yard lines. The tall silver field lights there to illuminate victory. The stiff bleachers that anticipate sitting the whole school. The obnoxiously sized score board ready to gloat about the home team. The gold goal posts fl...
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