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Submitted to Contest #244
(This story deals with illness and death.)The Photoby Jennifer LuckettI rearranged the pillow under my head, and the battle for comfort began. No nurses responded when I pressed the call button for something to help me sleep, though nothing eases the discomfort of my terminal cancer. Now, it’s maintaining a balance, but pain means I’m still here. I’ve been catching up on a stack of unread mysteries and unfinished writing. I’ve settled all my other affairs, and Jenny will take care of anything I've left undone. Chaplain visits have given me c...
Submitted to Contest #243
The Shotby Jennifer Luckett Mari staggered home, bruised and swollen with orbs of anger to expel and hurl at her attacker until his wounds exceeded hers. Rocks and stones littered the park, but she lacked what she needed to weaponize them. After Mari cleaned her wounds and swallowed a handful of pills, she discarded her clothes and changed, tying a scarf around her neck to hide the fingerprints. “Mari, I need you!” “Coming, Dad!” Mari rushed to his side. “It hurts so much everywhere,” David...
Submitted to Contest #242
Restorationby Jennifer Luckett The balled-up pages blanketed the carpet below like melting snowballs, useless for the masterpiece of a snowman I wanted to build. I really needed inspiration to end this Writer’s Block that all the long walks or journal writing couldn’t fix. I’d loved Science museums since grade school, always fascinated by displays of obsolete machines and extinct creatures. I was considering an overdue museum visit when my best (and only) buddy Jenny suggested I visit the Fine Art collection. “I’...
Submitted to Contest #241
Either/Orby Jennifer Luckett Usually the choice is easy. Sleep so I can function the next day, or scroll my feed all night and drag myself up the following morning. Throw off the covers and face another day, or crawl under again and hide from the world. Store the shears in the craft drawer, or use them and bandage the bloody wounds after. Have the salad and run five miles, or eat more sugar and watch the numbers on the scale climb as I dive further into regret about how I look. Return the call and say yes, or ignore h...
Submitted to Contest #240
The Strongest Force Shivering against an icy breeze stippling her skin with goosebumps, Joanna Wilson rewrapped her slender neck in her favorite red knit scarf. She usually avoided walks in temperatures below 30 degrees, but she needed a respite from home. The frigid air allowed her to breathe again, dialing down the boiling below the surface of her consciousness to restore peace within her. Remaining in the presence of Pauline, demanding she shop for additional items for dinner and giving unsolicited advice abou...
Submitted to Contest #239
The Climb Jennifer L. Luckett Aurora Martin laced the boot strap and wiggled her left toe. After a few steps, she was ready to go, ignoring the discomfort of her 30 pound pack. Before good sense prevailed to change her mind, she departed into the darkness of a brisk, windless April morning. In an hour, she would reach the foothills, and if she made good time, she’d arrive atop the mountain before early afternoon. The practice climbs helped to acclimate her to atmospheric changes, but they didn’t topple Aurora’...
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