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Submitted to Contest #68
Where am I? Oh the Lake…yes, the lake where we’d spend our summers growing up. Oh what a lovely sunrise. Look at that view….The water as calm and smooth as oil. Reflecting the yellows and pinks of the sky that herald a new day. There are two chairs by the lake and a man is sitting in one chair. I walk tentatively to see him. He is slouching in the chair but leaning to the left side. His right leg is crossed over his left and he seems to be contemplating something as he looks towards the sunrise. Is it really him? I walk towards him as he w...
Submitted to Contest #54
Have you ever wondered what if? It could be what if I took one job over another? What if I didn’t go on that amazing trip? What if I was still single? It could be what if I didn’t get married? What if I caught the later train instead of the earlier one? OK with the last one today I knew if that was the case I would be very late to work. Those two little words in a question…what if? Carry so much power. So much for the imagination to mull over and create endless possibilities. I always wonder if once our lives are over and we are in heaven...
Submitted to Contest #49
Ho hum…I’m waiting…again. I don’t like waiting. I feel like it is a waste of time in life. Sure they say ‘Patience is a virtue’ and all those nice sayings and such but I don’t like waiting. Oh wait, did they call my name? No…someone else got called up. OK… Once I was waiting for a friend to come over for dinner. OK it was a couple who are my husbands friends really. Well they’re my friends too now but met them through him. They are really lovely to be honest and the two people I have connected with most of all of my husbands friends, t...
Submitted to Contest #36
1st January, 3AM.Dear Diary,Gosh I feel like a teenager. Dear Diary…pft….but what else do I call you? If I just write it’s like I’m just writing, which I am but I want to feel like I’m talking to someone on the page if you know what I mean? So yeah let’s pretend I am a teenager…OK maybe not. I’ll just call you Diary and behave my age of 45. Why the hell did I just admit that?! Oh stuff it. This is stupid.1st January, 3:30AM.Dear Diary,I’m back. OK here’s the thing. I read somewhere, where, and in my insomniac state I can’t remember where…a n...
Submitted to Contest #32
I am not weird. I am lucky. I don’t mean lucky as in winning the $60 million dollar lottery jackpot lucky but lucky in other ways. Like sometimes I find a penny on the ground or a feather. There are not birds around or anyone that can have walked past with loose change in their pockets when I find them. I know they are signs from my friend Peter. Peter passed away fifteen years ago in a tragic plane crash. He was an experienced pilot and the irony was that in that crash he was a passenger. Peter caught this flight to get home in time for his...
Anna was sitting at hers and Jason’s favourite table in their favourite local cafe. They were well known to others as they visited often and it was the location of where they had their most important conversations over their favourite beverages. Jason liked to have an affagato. He loved how the ice cream would break the bitterness of the espresso coffee and the flavour the coffee was given by the vanilla ice cream. Anna liked to have a Vienna chocolate. She hated coffee, well the taste really but loved the smell. So she was a devout cho...
Submitted to Contest #13
I have known Dorothy since the day I was born. Actually I have known her since the day she came to visit my mother and I in hospital after I was born. She has been a stallwart, a constant that is always next door. She was never the type of neighbour that would come over to borrow a cup of sugar. She was the type of neighbour that if she had too many daisies growing in her backyard, she would put them into a plastic bag and hang the bag on a metal hook made from an old coat hanger, over the old wooden fence. You couldn’t see anything if you t...
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