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Submitted to Contest #221
Grandma was sixteen years old. Born in 1892, with curly dark hair and a welcoming smile, she would grow up to be a real beauty. Having an abundance of suitors was a boon however, for she was not allowed to go courting until her father his gave permission, and on that matter, he was dragging his feet. One day as Grandma was visiting with friends in her high school's courtyard, she noticed a man standing back a distance from the fence leaning against a tree. He wore a striking suit with a white shirt and a black bow tie. He stood too far...
I took exit 99 that day. I was only fifty miles from home and had two hundred more to go to see my parents. They were both in poor health and I made the trip as often as I could. It was difficult watching both parents struggle with health issues. My father had severely scarred lungs from working at his trade and my mother was on regular dialysis as diabetes had injured her kidneys. Dad had been hospitalized on several occasions. They were on multiple medications and treatments. They were also broke with a stack of medical bills mounting and ...
Submitted to Contest #146
"Do you have a big mirror in your home?" she said to me on that fateful morning. She spoke with soft comforting words as we walked into my bathroom. I knew that she could see my tear- stained face and puffy red eyes. I knew that my loving neighbor had sent this Angel to me. There she was with beautiful white hair and an aura that radiated love. There she was to assess my crumbling world; a world with six small children, a soon to be absent daddy and a big old home I could no longer afford to buy. She was so kind. I can still remember her exa...
Submitted to Contest #124
"It's gone!" I shouted. "It's gone.!" Probably not the best words to yell out in a bank, filled with patrons, on a Friday, just before closing. All eyes were upon my panicked looking face now. There was no time to worry about that. "Now that I have everyone's attention", I cowered, "Could everyone look down around their feet?" (Now I saw the panicked looks on their faces as though they thought my pet rat had escaped my grasp) "My large diamond in my wedding ring is missing!" I had their full attention now, but felt a bit guilty lying, or sho...
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