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Submitted to Contest #273
"I want to know why you never told me.” “How could I have told you, Sheila?” I expected this, I suppose. I must have known a time would come. I guess I borrowed time, anyway. “This changes everything. How could it not?” “No, I don’t think there is a way it couldn’t.” She was still there, in the silence. “You have a right to this, Sheila. I can’t decide for you if this one thing is what you will remember me for. It would be tough to blame you if it were. I can tell you I have paid every day. “You paid? I don’t understand how you could do that...
Submitted to Contest #240
Thunder rumbled in the distance. The wind was picking up. Bill turned on his lamp next to his easy chair, the room had darkened. He didn’t remember falling asleep. That happened often these days. Nod off in church, nod off watching tv… He used to tease his grandfather about his frequent snoozes, back when the idea of himself ever being that age was impossible. He stood slowly, his body stiff as he stepped out onto his back porch, gazing out onto the prairie.Dark blue clouds moved quickly across the expansive sky, flashing lightening, long an...
Submitted to Contest #232
Bev stared out of her Anchorage, Alaksa hotel window as night fell. She knew her chances to see northern lights would be better later, as the tour led them further north, away from the city lights.            She still couldn’t believe that she was here, in Alaska. She recalled the months before, planning and reviewing tour packages, the emails back and forth between her and a travel agent. She had read and reread the itinerary, imagining each location, forming ideas about how the t...
Submitted to Contest #230
Wellsboro, Pennsylvania June, 1987 The day was mild. The sunshine was warm, with a soft breeze. Everything took on that golden glow of evening. Carly took a sip of her creamy vanilla milkshake and tasted the salt on her lips from the fries. Her mom and dad leaned back against the picnic tables. They had the park to themselves. Samantha, Carly’s older sister, lay sprawled on the merry go round. Carly loved Friday nights in summer. This was the night her family would pick up cheeseburgers, fries, and milkshakes and head to the town ...
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