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Submitted to Contest #214
First Days. Tyler stood staring at the pile of clothes on her bed, floor and whicker papasan chair. She was still undecided about what to wear. She ran her hands through her hair wondering if she should have had it cut again. She was spiraling. School started again tomorrow. Her summer had been nonexistent and now it was over. She had waited too long to make all of these decisions. She wasn’t worried about her first day until her best friend Sarah had told her they were moving. With that on top of everything else that had happened, she...
Submitted to Contest #213
Undusted. Dust had gathered on everything she owned including her love life. Dust had settled on the books in her library (otherwise known as her college textbooks that she couldn’t sell back to the bookstore at the end of each semester) that were stacked haphazardly on her Ikea bookshelf in the room that was supposed to be a dining room but because she never dined with anyone, it was her library. She did have a table but she certainly never dined at it. The table was a catch-all for everything she ought to remember to do but because the t...
Submitted to Contest #212
Horace Bigalbal Manager of the Valley Market and Co-Op 1356 River Road Smallville Dear Manager Bigalbal, I am reaching out to provide my sincerest apologies to you and all your staff for the events of May 13th. I would like to attempt to explain my behavior and try to repay the damage done to your store. As you may remember, the weather was chaotic that night and it was the very storm warning and oncoming tornado that required the shelter-in-place order that trapped myself and so many others in the store for our own safety as the tor...
Submitted to Contest #211
Between the Pages. Sara Lee was bustling through her to-do list with an eager enthusiasm. It was Tuesday. Tuesday was her favorite day at the library. The library was closed on Monday and there was always so much to do after the long weekend. She always liked to map out her day with a list on paper so she could cross things off as she completed them but after nineteen years at the library, taking care of things was like making her bed at home – they were second nature to her; however, her memory was slipping, and she didn’t want to forget a...
Submitted to Contest #210
No Longer Alone. Ember regretted all her life’s choices the moment her phone alarm buzzed at her bedside. She groaned audibly and hit the snooze button. She immediately had wet puppy nose in her palm that was draped over the side of her bed. “I love you Charlie but I gotta have five more minutes.” She face-planted into her pillows and groaned. Charlie was ready to go out and started to lick her fingers from his doggie bed beside her mattress. “Alright buddy. Let’s go.” She pulled on her jogging pants which she had flipped over the back of ...
Submitted to Contest #209
Weightier Concerns. There was a swooshing that she could feel more than hear. She had just escaped her new-off-the-lot Ford focus when she returned home from work. She looked left, right, and finally down to her feet where her black satin half-slip underneath her favorite skirt had slid to her ankles. One more step and it probably would’ve wrapped around her ankles, caught on her high heels, and laid her flat on her face. She immediately looked around to see if there were any spectators on the premises to see it. She sighed in relief - ther...
Submitted to Contest #208
Connection. Acantha Ida Baily cathunked down the cement stairs from the back entrance. The scraping sound her feet made on the aged concrete did not faze her at all. She was no longer aware of the sounds her body made as she made her way to her cubicle. Her routine was solidly without deviance, and she always arrived at the entrance exactly at 7:22 a.m. to the chagrin of her fellow employees who came in the back door in varying shades of frenzy every morning. Melanie was the office manager and while dependable in almost every way, she was...
Submitted to Contest #207
“I’m calling ‘Cut’." He whispered so quietly that I wasn’t sure I heard him. “What did you say?” “Liv, I wish I could’ve given you more.” I laughed right out loud. “More of what?”’ “To start, a new car. A bank account with more than $32.00 in it. An apartment with two bathrooms.” He chuckled. “A husband without cancer.” “Are you dissing on my car?” I reached for his hand. “$32.00 is extra. The rent is paid, we have ramen in the cupboard, and we paid the electric bill last month. What else do we need? And I wouldn’t trade the husband in for ...
Submitted to Contest #206
There is fear. And then there’s the moment when you are standing and he’s kneeling and he has a ring and he is asking and you are wondering how to answer him and you know the answer is one quick word with three letters and somehow you still don’t know what to say because you never really thought this day would ever really come because there are so many girls who are so much more beautiful and articulate and flirty and worthy and giggly; girls who eat salad and go to the gym with their mixing bottle full of protein power and their lulu lemon ...
Submitted to Contest #205
Madge had been smelling death for thirty-two years. It could no longer sneak up behind her as it did some. For some, death is a dark ghost stalking each counted step. But not for Madge. Death for Madge was an old friend that just called to check in a few times a week. Death seemed to wear on her sweater like a cheap perfume. She had seen all the dearly departed as they arrived and she could read on their faces how it was they’d left this world: some had that look of unrepentant panic on their faces, some the pang of unfinished business and s...
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