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Submitted to Contest #296
"Mom, you really need to come home with me," Erin said, her voice filled with a mix of desperation and hope. The chilly wind blew relentlessly through the small homeless encampment near the river, rattling the tattered tarps, cardboard homes and odd tents that served as shelters for those that chose to live there, or those that had no other choice.Abby stared blankly at her daughter, who hovered over her, the warmth from the hot coffee in her hand creating a small cloud of condensation that mingled with the misty air. "We've been over this a...
Submitted to Contest #294
Rain pounded against the windows of the cruise ship with a ferocity Evan hadn't seen or felt since he started working on the ship almost two years earlier. Passengers scrambled along the corridors, searching for their rooms... or a safe place to ride out the lockdown before the storm hit full force. Tensions grew as the PA system blared warnings, piercing loudly across all decks. Outside, the horizon blurred, the ocean rolling up and down like a carnival ride gone haywire. Thunder cracked, lightning flashed, setting the stage for a n...
Submitted to Contest #293
"Isn't it just lovely up here?" The plump, cheerful woman exclaimed, settling into the plush first-class seat next to Emma. "You know, it's my first time flying first class and I just can't believe you get such a big seating area up here. Usually, I'm cramped back in economy, but this time, I treated myself!" Emma ground her teeth together, before turning a polite smile toward the woman, trying to mask her annoyance. She had hoped for a quiet, peaceful flight to kick off her long-awaited for vacation. The woman's energy was seeping into her ...
"Gran... we need to get going," Sarah called out for the third time in a half hour. They were meant to be at The Avery Bridges Nursing Home so her great grandmother, Maggie, could spend time with her great grandfather, Davy, but she was lingering in the kitchen, fussing over old photos, organizing them. A proud elderly woman, somewhere in her nineties, her face lined with age, sat, slightly hunched over in the warmth of her kitchen, her gentle blue eyes misting over with memories. The old round wooden table, in the center of the kitchen, lay...
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