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Submitted to Contest #212
Dear Lilly, I know you will be upset, probably even angry, when you read this. Sorry, but you know I was never any good at goodbyes. It's hard. What if those are the last words you say to someone? Usually, you don't say what you should or what you mean. So what's the point? This is better. I'll tell you all that I should have all those years ago and even recently, and I don't have to see the pain and anger in your eyes. I thought about putting it in three separate envelopes so you could tear up the worst ones before going on, but you know me...
Submitted to Contest #130
I traced the letters with a shaking hand. I had to be sure my eyes were not lying to me. But that is what was spelled out. Violet Marie Howell There were no other words just numbers. No not numbers; dates. Dates that made no sense, I reached down and picked up one of the wilted flowers, pinching it in my fingers. I felt a prick and was actually glad to see the small spot of blood push to the surface. Okay, I was alive, not buried here in this lonely spot on this hill. I sat back and took a big breath. If this was some kind of joke it wasn’t...
Submitted to Contest #128
Mary typed the note she had carefully planned. Kara, David was everything to me. He wasn’t supposed to go first. We had so many plans for our future. This is probably a cowardly thing to do, but I just can’t go on alone. You’ve been such a good friend. Guiding me through the worst of it; advising me on all the financial matters. I was surprised at how much was involved. I think you might have been too; except you and David had always talked ...
Submitted to Contest #20
The thin boy trudged along the dusty road. When he heard the car stop beside him, he glanced over. Great a sheriff’s car. When he heard the man’s voice. He knew it was over.“You Loren Soames?”The boy glanced at the car and then nodded his head. He hadn’t figured they would find him so soon.“Been lookin’ for you.”The boy didn’t look at him or say anything. The man hesitated, then wiped his brow.“Mighty hot out today, ain’t it?”The boy just stood there.“Tell you what. I’d sure go for something cold to drink about now. How about you?”The boy sh...
Submitted to Contest #19
Sally took a quick look at her watch. She couldn’t remember why she had volunteered to take this extra shift. Right now, she felt like she had been standing here behind her register for an eternity. The conveyor belt was relentless in its demand of her time and energy. Ring it up, bag it up, take the money, made the change, hand off the receipt, then do it all again. It was hard to keep smiling. Her back hurt, her feet hurt, her head hurt, but with Christmas so close, this would go on for hours, days, maybe forever.Children were tired and cr...
Submitted to Contest #12
The LibraryIt wasn’t such a big building, but it held so many books! Sarah Jane stood just inside the door and stared at the bounty before her. Clutching her new library card, she stepped up to the first shelf, and gazed at the titles. A label on the shelf boldly announced these choices were Autobiographies. She didn’t care, they were books. Books with stories. She carefully took down the firs six books. That was all she was allowed to check out at one time.One week later she brought those six books back and gathered six more from the same s...
Submitted to Contest #7
LIFE’S DOORSSchool had just let out for the summer and my parents went shopping for our upcoming camping trip. I wanted to go with them, but mom insisted Mrs. Sorenson, our next-door neighbor, stay with me. I was 11. I didn’t need a babysitter, but I didn’t get a vote. When the door closed behind them, a shiver ran down my back.Mrs. Sorenson is ok, but she makes these really awful cookies. I don’t want to hurt her feelings, so I always eat one. It takes a big glass of milk to soak the cookie up enough to even bite into it. My folks were only...
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