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Submitted to Contest #300
Our canoe sliced steadily through the warm, ocean waters; Eztli and I had long ago settled our paddle strokes in sync. Our muscles initially burned from the strain, but we were Mayan warriors built for this. Hugging the coast, we welcomed the jungle grackles with their harsh, loud chaa, the doves' coo, and the chachalaca's raucous calls as they accompanied us toward our river and home village. I wiped my black hair back from my face with a shoulder rise. The ocean breeze was a welcome respite from the days of humidity and heat we endured as ...
Submitted to Contest #237
“Raven is so beautiful!” Owl inhaled his breath sharply.Nestled in his tree hollow, he had poked his head out and saw the most stunning sight of his life. A sudden gust of cold air had awakened Owl from his daily slumber to this astonishing bird. Raven was hopping over the lustrous snow, occasionally digging with her beak. Her black feathers glimmered blue and purple every time she moved as the filtered sun reflected off her sleek body. Raven moved around gracefully as she explored the underbrush by the trees. Her courtly feet left a soft cr...
Submitted to Contest #229
The Island“Damn it! Mom, be careful!”My back was turned for only a minute, and my 80-year-old mother just had to sneak over and eat the cake batter, knocking the ceramic bowl off the counter and breaking it. Ceramic shards and batter splashed everywhere, of course.“Back up, Mom, I’ll clean it up.”“Honey, I can do it.”“No, Mom, you’re barefoot.” I tersely replied.In fact, mother was still in her nightgown, despite my encouraging her to get dressed all morning. Damn early dementia! I threw down the dustpan and started sweeping. This is why I’m...
Submitted to Contest #224
*Trigger warning-death* I woke up with the pager screaming on my bedside table. Lifting my head, I glanced at the clock while I reached for it. “4 am, so close.” I groaned. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes, read the number and called back to the answering service. “Hi, this is Mary Murphy, RN on call, what’s the message about?” “We have a phone call from Lizzy Schmidt, daughter of Sarah Schmidt, your patient.” I turned on a side light, thumbed through my on-call notebook, quickly finding Sarah’s file. “Thanks, I have the number, I’ll c...
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