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Submitted to Contest #171
“Pleasure,” I answer, smiling widely as I answer the custom’s agent at Charles De Gaulle airport.  I’m back in Paris and I feel as though every bit of weight is off my shoulders for the first time in over a decade.  With my passport stamped and my bags collected, I make my way to the RER.  Scratch that, the longer distance metro line in Paris isn’t called the RER anymore.  I make a mental note to look up the new name again in case I ever have to ask for directions.  I approach the automatic t...
Lily sat in a tucked away corner of the library pondering everything the had learned. Her father had told her to stop digging, but what did he expect? He was the one who gave her an old family name and his side of the family was so secretive. Lily was her middle name because her mother had insisted on her having a viable option if she didn’t want to go use her first name, Gertrude. It was strange; family pride had caused her father to insist on the name, but he scarcely spoke of his family’s history. If the family history was so important, w...
Lizzy hung up the phone with a sigh. Her husband had been in Germany for his job since the day after they got home from our honeymoon ten months ago and he was finally coming home. Unfortunately, his mother and sisters would arrive tomorrow night, a full two days before Tommy’s arrival. Lizzy looked around her home, the one she furnished after five or six months of wishing her husband was there to have an opinion. Just then, Daisy came running up to her. She had adopted the beautiful yellow lab from a local rescue after four months. Her brot...
« The owner tries too hard while simultaneously doing a shitty job. » 1 star. Rereading the review for a thousandth time didn’t lessen the impact. The words didn’t really make sense but Lizzy had a sinking feeling that she knew exactly what they meant. After a lifetime of social anxiety and control issues, she knew how she tended to overcompensate and chat peoples’ ears off. She also couldn’t bring herself to ask for help so she could focus on the part of the business she was capable of: the baking. « Well what did you expect?...
I’ve always liked writing and imagining, but I only recently decided with start writing anything down.
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