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Submitted to Contest #113
The girls are really very lovely, but for the life of me I don’t know why they’re here. I was just dozing off here in my recliner chair, so it confused me a bit when I woke up and saw them all standing around me like they’re expecting something. They’re here to see me? I look over at my friend, Jim. He’s standing by the door in the back, where he usually goes to watch the TV. He gets a better view of the screen over there, smart guy. Maybe he knows why these girls are here. “You’ve got visitors,” he says. He smiles at me. Really great guy...
Hiding underneath my driver’s rain poncho, I can’t see anything but the road directly beneath me, so it comes unexpectedly when we are suddenly driving through a veritable river in the road, the tires splashing muddy rain water all over my feet and legs. My previously red canvas sneakers are brown with mud at this point, and my socks have adopted that uncomfortable mushy feeling after being soaked through. At least I’m wearing shorts. My skin will dry faster than fabric, if I ever get to my destination. I can’t believe I’ve forgotten to b...
Submitted to Contest #110
Her mother used to warn her to look out for deer around these parts; they could jump into the road and cause a nasty accident, which, aside from the possibility of killing an animal or causing personal injury, could inflict some very expensive damage on the car. For a couple of hours, it was nothing but pine trees, power lines, and overly zealous Christian billboards on this stretch of I-10, so she always kind of hoped she would see a deer just to mix up the scenery a bit. The billboards provided some entertainment at least, for being so com...
Submitted to Contest #109
If anyone walked by the car and happened to glance in, hopefully all they would see is her body slumped over the wheel as though she was taking a nap. Probably they wouldn’t notice the way she grasped it for support while she shook with sobs. They wouldn’t be able to hear her howling and gasping for breath like a two year old throwing a temper tantrum, nor would they see the way her eyelashes had clumped together into choppy sections as the tears liquefied her mascara, sticking together rather than running down her face in long dramatic blac...
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