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Submitted to Contest #213
“Do you have a minute? I want to get your opinion on something.” She smiled, more to herself than outwardly. Her daughter, a fiercely independent woman, wanted her opinion. An occasion such as this was few and far between. “Of course. What’s on your mind?” “We received a submission for the cover, but it feels weird. I can’t put my finger on it. Something just seems off.” “Let’s take a look. Did you bring it with you?” “I did.” The young woman pulled her laptop out of its case and opened...
(TW … depression, suicidal thoughts)“I honestly don’t know why I should even care anymore.” It was an unpleasant thought. She knew that. It was a thought to fight off, to wrestle to the ground and beat senseless, walking away the victor. She knew that.“Why do I bother? There is no point.” These thoughts, as if best friends, seem to show up together. The power of two makes it harder to fend off, needing a one-two punch to knock them both out.She had fought this demon many times in her life. It was an en...
Submitted to Contest #212
“She’s back.” “Hat Lady?” “Yup.” MaryAnn motioned the next customer to the counter, putting a temporary hold on their conversation. “Can I help you?” She asked, hoping she didn’t sound as impatient as she felt. It wasn’t the customer’s fault that she was anxious to see what happens with the mystery woman. “Yes. Ten stamps please. You know those stamps that are always good, I can’t think of what they’re called.” “Forever stamps,” she replied, glancing toward the lobby. “Yes, that’s it. Forever stamps.&nb...
Submitted to Contest #211
“Pick a card,” her classmate said while passing her the jar. She smiled at the older woman then realized with a start that they were probably close in age. In fact, she was most likely the elder of the two. She felt all eyes upon her as she held the smooth jar, giving it a quick shake. She had a sudden memory of her father’s voice. “Pick a card.” As if it were yesterday and not fifty years prior, she recalled sitting in the kitchen playing rummy while eating her mother’s sugar cookies. Before cell phones becam...
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