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Submitted to Contest #297
I Rest My Case“Your Honor, [sniff], you’ll see that none of this, not even the shooting, was my fault. There were migrating circumstances.“Sorry, yes, I did mean mitigating. Truth be told, I simply can’t afford an attorney. As it was, it cost $9.85 in bus fare just to get here. So, I have chosen to represent myself.“I understand, your Honor, may not be the most prudent decision and I thank you for your concern, but I am an 80-year-old widow on a fixed income. I count my blessings that I have the exact change to get back home this afternoon, ...
Submitted to Contest #272
On the last night in October of 1984, I was nearly killed by a fire-extinguisher. I was eight months pregnant and couldn’t sleep. Seduced by the bowl of candy not coveted by trick or treaters, I sat in the silent darkness of our tiny kitchen and plowed through the leftovers. Suddenly, the overhead light flicked on, and my husband stood there in nothing but Snoopy boxer-shorts, about to bring a fire-extinguisher down on my head.“What the …?” He staggered back. “You nearly gave me a heart attack; I thought you were an intruder!” He m...
Submitted to Contest #270
Aisle four of my local grocery store was the least likely place for a flashback but it happened just the same. While I browsed the colorful shelved foods and sundries, my motorized cart, with all its bells and whistles, died. Confident my doting daughter, Elizabeth, shopping somewhere in the store, would eventually come looking for me, I’d no choice but to wait.A kind, young man stopped and asked if I needed assistance, but I reassured him I was fine. Apparently, noticing my POW hat, he respectfully saluted me. “Thank you for your service, s...
Winner of Contest #260 🏆
We were death partners before we were friends. The day we met some 30 years ago, I was so pregnant with my first child, I resembled an over-stuffed sausage about to burst its casing. I’d forsaken style weeks earlier when my shoes no longer fit. I couldn’t even reach around my massive torso to shave my legs; limbs sporting enough hair to scrape clean a barbecue grill. You, on the other hand, had just wrapped-up an open-house and strode across my threshold for the first time, like a seasoned runway model. I’ll never forget your chic...
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