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Submitted to Contest #302
Fast forward after the phone call. I am in the office, waiting for the doctor. The call was generic, I know them, I have requested them so many times in the past, I forget that there is worry on the other end. It is never good when a doctor wants to see you again so soon. Especially after a major procedure, test, or routine screening. We seem to be in the same boat, the ladies in waiting and I. All fidgeting, looking at our phones, hiding from the what ifs. There is no escape, just pretending. I wonder if the internet tracks these things. I ...
I had a plan, a great plan, really. I was off to the library to complete the project for Monday. I love the library, quiet, smells like education and reading. I knew it was the place to be. So, I went. Shoot, there are a ton of people here, it is more rock concert than Saturday morning library. The lot is packed, and people are everywhere. What is happening? I saw the sign out front, “book sale” but I know that have these sales like almost every weekend. I head in toward a table of women, stacks of Friends of the Library book bags and a huge...
Submitted to Contest #295
THE FUNERAL…“Is he gone?” Elizabeth asks with hope and anger.“Well, he looks dead, he is in a casket and his hair looks terrible!” Becca replies, knowing Elizabeth knows too. “His hair, dear God, remember…the perm.” They both say, quietly laughing a little too long. A mix of relief from the past and sadness for what never will be. Becca looks at the casket one more time. “Where is he?” Elizabeth asks. ABOVE…“Where is he, purgatory?”“Yep, you want him?” “Uh, no, God.” He responds, “I mean, he is not bad enough for me and not quite good enough...
Submitted to Contest #286
Dear Reader, I am Aurora and if you are reading this you must be from my future. I was five when it happened. At first, we thought it would be great, AI was coming for us all and it was said to be helpful. This was 2035. My parents and I were living on a quiet cul-de-sac next to “the crazy lady” who turned out to be right. AI at first helped us to write and research. Learn things and even listen to our needs. Helping us to research or find the products we talked about in our homes, on our computers. It was great. We could AI the shit out of ...
Submitted to Contest #285
I remember a time I should have listened to my intuition… It was July 10, 2004, a Saturday. The Saturday after my best run ever, just a 5k (3.2 miles) but under 30 minutes. Twenty years ago, now, but some days it seems like I can bring up the memory like yesterday. Other days, it is so distant I can’t even see my sweet Golden Retriever, Quincy. Harper’s Ferry Maryland was hot that day, well, July on the East coast always is. Humid, sticky and a perfect day for being on the water. Except I did not want to go. Quick sidenote, Harper’s Ferry Ma...
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