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Submitted to Contest #311
“I regret’’ byCAROLYN WASIK “The Friend I Never Let Go” A Story of Unlikely Bonds and Lifelong EccentricityI can make excuses all day long, but the reality is that I let her down. I let her down at the most crucial moment of her life. She was dying.We had known each other since our college years. We lived across the dormitory hall from each other. I did not like my roommates and she didn’t like hers, so we gravitated to each other. I was a country bumkin from Upstate New York and she lived on the outskirts of...
Submitted to Contest #289
He called in one of his manic states. This was not unusual, and I sat back in a comfortable chair and prepared to listen for probably the hundredth time. Mind you this was years of these phone calls and the only difference is on my part. I am no longer shocked or afraid of what he might do. I'm just sorry his life turned out this way, a constant roller coaster of emotions. The booze didn't help nor did stopping his antipsychotic medication. This episode I blamed on Christmas. I mean don't you always have to blame someone or something for you...
Submitted to Contest #288
It was mid September and the leaves were just turning colors.This was my most favorite time of year I quess partly because that was my birthday month.It was also a time when the farm finally started giving up everything we had worked on over the summer. The garden was bursting with big juicy tomatoes and pumpkins, and a multitude of vegetables. It was a time to prepare for winter. My Mom would can the vegetables in Mason jars and prepare for the long cold winter to come.We lived on a farm in Western New York where the weather could be brutal...
Submitted to Contest #285
I REMEMBER….. Sitting at the kitchen table our long sullen faces staring at the bowl of oatmeal. My older brother and sister and I were not talking, we just stared at the bowl. Oatmeal that was not as I know it now, full of enriched grain , dried fruits, honey and almond milk. No this was just plain lumpy oatmeal. Mom felt as long as it was hot that was all that mattered on a cold morning in western New york.We had a snowstorm last night and for sure we would be walking to school in a couple of feet of snow. School was about a half mile from...
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