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Submitted to Contest #104
“Are you coming tonight?” I stared out the window, not quite knowing how to answer that question. I really liked the idea of getting together with a couple of my classmates. It’d been many years since I’d seen most of them. But there were others that would probably be there that I could care less about. The idea of perpetuating the pretense of being a social butterfly was simply not appealing after I’d just spent a full day promoting my latest work. My energy was drained. I wanted nothing more than a good book and zero social interac...
Submitted to Contest #81
Snow falls softly, giving a touch of magic to the chilly evening. I still can’t believe I’m standing outside this quaint Italian bistro in Manhattan. Me. From midwest small town, USA. This is my first trip to The Big Apple and my agent has pulled out all the stops. My hotel room is bigger than the first apartment I rented after college. And I’m sure I don’t even want to see the bill for this dinner. But this dinner has nothing to do with my book tour. This is a bona fide date. Yes, a date. I ...
Submitted to Contest #47
You. Why are you still writing to me? I told you ten years ago that I would not answer any letter, phone call, email, or social media message from you ever again. And yet you persist. Your weekly letter goes into the box I keep by the front door, unopened. Someday I’ll find the courage to turn them into fire starters. You no longer own me, and I’ll thank you to remember that. I have moved on with my life, and you don’t get a say in that. I’ve found my place, despite your professions that my inadequacies and short-comings ma...
Submitted to Contest #32
“Move out of the way, Henrietta!" I tell the tabby cat curling around my leg. "I don't want to be late. Elizabeth is coming today!" I pull on my pale lemon yellow tea-length dress and smooth out the wrinkles. This is my birthday party dress. Today is Elizabeth's birthday and she is coming for tea in barely a few minutes from now. My hair is pulled into a very neat little bun at the nape of my neck. I put on my very stylish hat - well, stylish for the 18th century. It is resplendent with ribbons and ostrich plumes.&...
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