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Submitted to Contest #77
“Does he know?” My hand shakes as I set my coffee mug on the side table.“Of course he knows.”“For how long?”“I think he’s seen it coming for months now, deep inside. Or do you mean, when did the doctor tell him? Two days ago.” My grandmother sits across from me on her faded green couch, the same couch she’s had since I was ten years old. Her right hand traces the rim of her own mug, and she stares into it as if it were a crystal ball promising a miracle.“And how’s he been?”“As can be expected.”I don’t know what is to be expected when the new...
Submitted to Contest #69
Isabelle wiped her hands on her gray riding pants, smearing mud on them from her time out in the rain. She coaxed her horse, Black Knight, into his stable for the evening.“Good boy,” she whispered, gently petting his nose. “And Merry Christmas, my knight.”She reached into a bucket of apples, a special treat for the horses on Christmas Eve, and fed it to Black Knight. He heartily accepted it. Sighing, she leaned against the wooden wall and shook the dirt loose from her riding boots. She’d rather spend the evening with her horse in muddy cloth...
Submitted to Contest #56
I felt the vomit pushing its way forward from the pit of my stomach before I could stop it. There I was, sweating in a pointy bra and lacy pink panties, when tequila burst out from me all over a stranger’s shoes. The shoes were crisp white sneakers. My vomit was Halloween orange.The university’s Undie Run was an autumn event where hundreds of students, unfit and intoxicated as they may be, took to the streets to run a 5K marathon to benefit charity. Students who left home to “study” threw down money (sent by their parents to buy textbooks an...
Submitted to Contest #54
I used to dream of him randomly and often. When I did, I awoke with sweat on my brow and a sinking, aching ball in the pit of my stomach. The morning brought reality. Time with him was not real. I awoke exhausted from seeing him again, having spent the night finding new ways to repair old broken bridges, new ways for him to apologize, new ways for me to forgive him. Each time I discovered him in my dream, I saw the rope of hope dangle loosely in front of my face, teasing. I grabbed it without hesitation every time. Reconciliation awaited me ...
Submitted to Contest #53
I was a regular mother pack mule that afternoon, carrying a beach bag stuffed full of sand toys over my right shoulder. Across my chest, I criss-crossed the straps for a lawn chair and a boogie board. A mini cooler leaking melted ice weighed down my left shoulder. Later, I would blame these things as reasons for my distraction.My children trailed behind me voicing various complaints.“Mama, why does Zack get the green beach towel? I wanted it!”“Mama, why does Jamie get the purple popsicle?”Jamie’s purple popsicle was melting even as she furio...
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