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Submitted to Contest #191
Imogen pulled into the parking lot of the Dragonfly Cove Marina. She and her four best girlfriends spent so much time here that they’d become known to all as the Dragonfly Darlings. Under normal circumstances, meeting here meant a day filled with boating, sunshine, floating, and plenty of laughter. But today was different. While she was here to meet Willa and Rae, two of the Dragonfly Darlings, it wasn’t for a recreational day on the lake. They were due at the funeral of their longtime friend, Delia Preston. The word ‘friend’ wasn’t quite r...
Submitted to Contest #190
Content warning: divorce. “Speak now...” The reverend’s words ushered me into a vivid daydream. I instantly traveled out of the polite, Southern world I’d grown up in, where children were to be seen and not heard, and into this place where I said what I wanted instead of what everyone else expected. I had never been the “Speak now” kind of teenager. My bridesmaid’s dress, for example, made me look like a stalk of celery standing on that altar. But there I stood, wearing it anyway. In my daydream, however, I was free to say what was on...
Submitted to Contest #189
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Aurie’s fingerless gloves exposed bright red, completely numb digits that could barely hold the speaker box she had just unloaded from the beat-up van. Her bandmates weren’t quite as affected by the piercing cold wind blowing in from the harbor. Of course, it didn’t help that Aurie’s stomach was empty. She’d been rationing her limited food supply for over a week, waiting desperately for tonight’s gig (and subsequent payout) so she could replenish her nonexistent pantry. A ful...
Submitted to Contest #188
Eliza J stood patiently in front of her daddy as he brushed through her tangled mess of damp curls. She had the shells she’d collected all day long to keep her busy while he worked the brush tenderly through each spiral. Her favorite shell was solid white and barely had any missing chunks or cracks. But she admired the others all the same.“There you go, little one.” Her daddy nudged her gently by the shoulder and said, “Now, go back to our tent and get out of that wet bathing suit. We’ll have just enough time to take a short hike before Gran...
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