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The first red flag was Colton showing up a hour late for our date. I’d already given up on him when the door bell’s ring echoed through my apartment. I answered in my PJs. “You’re late,” I said, raising my hand to blocking out the street light with my glass of red wine. He seared me with a ridiculous look. “You can come in,” I offered, I was raised to be polite and it was cold out, the first of the evening’s flurries were slowly tumbling from the grey clouds, so I let him in and changed clothes and let him take me on our date...
Submitted to Contest #146
The door looked innocent enough, with its muted yellow color and dark wood trim. The handle was burnished brass, and someone had placed a Welcome mat on the floor many years ago. The once bright flowers were now faded, and the W was mostly scratched off. Noah knew the innocuous looking door led to the home of the frowning old lady and her husband. When Noah and his mom moved in, the elderly couple tracked their movements from their first-story window and even peeked through a crack in their door. Two sets of steely eyes followed them...
Submitted to Contest #145
The dress would be mine one day. I would float down the aisle on my father’s arm wearing a champagne-colored, hand-stitched, beaded v-neck sheath dress handed down by my Grandmother June. She wore it for her wedding in 1942 before my grandfather went to the war in Europe. She came from a wealthy family and had a large society wedding. Grandpa Ed Senior returned from the war, they had my Dad and lived a contented life until he died many years later. For 70 years, the dress laid in a box, preserved for me, her eldest grandfather, to we...
Submitted to Contest #144
Get in the picture, Mom! I will not. I don’t want to, and no one can make me. My dear friend Jules stands with her phone in front of our families, ready to take a photo. The two fathers are in the back, the three girls in front. There’s room for me next to my husband, Tom. His lanky body rises a foot above the others, and I know I’ll fit nicely under his arm. The white sugar-sand beach and clear aqua ocean is behind us, the perfect backdrop for a group photo. A whisp of a cloud lazily drifts across the horizon. A parasailer...
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