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Submitted to Contest #313
This story contains mentions of suicidal ideation, as well as pregnancy loss or miscarriage. Please don't read if these topics might affect you. Take care. XO. The Car Ride HomeBy: Halle Giannelli I sit up in bed while my husband packs the remainder of our belongings for the car ride home. I only packed a couple bags, but over the course of my two night stay, the collection of items has grown. A care package from Mom. A bouquet of flowers from work. A folder of documents from the billing department I wish we could leave behind. “All set. Are...
Submitted to Contest #307
The Lies We Tell About EveBy Halle Giannelli Shelly B. Branch was having a particularly ordinary Friday afternoon. So far, she had sorted the mail, answered phones, typed a letter, and ordered out for lunch—a chicken salad sandwich from Crumbly’s. She even treated herself to an extra pickle. Belly full and phones quiet, Shelly settled in for the show. The mystery of the Friday meetings was afoot. One Friday each month, important men of all sorts came to see Shelly’s boss, Mr. Carter. There were doctors, lawyers, senators, accountants, invent...
Submitted to Contest #299
The Vacation Express is very busy the Monday Mary Margaret starts working the front desk. Mary Margaret is nervous, not only because it's her first day on the job, but also her first day on any job. She's just graduated high school in May, and with little to do between graduation and her next grand adventure, what ever that might be, she embarks on the hunt. The oh so daunting, nothing more monotonous, job hunt.“Must have a masters degree or higher.” - The local library“Must have six years prior experience.” - The local daycare.“Must love do...
Submitted to Contest #284
Train Ride HomeBy Halle Giannelli It had been years since Ellen’s last train ride. An Amtrak from Birmingham to New Orleans, and a quick trip home from boarding school. She’d only taken a few short days for her father’s funeral and then returned to her studies. She’d associated trains with death ever since. Her only comfort on that trip had been Bill’s company. He’d insisted on escorting her, though her mother disapproved, as they weren’t married yet. Those types of things used to matter, but not so much anymore. There was a time when Ellen ...
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