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Shortlisted for Contest #288 ⭐️
The rain began, a relief after a long, dry August. As if signaling the end of summer’s lazy days, the sky turned gray, and the first drops fell with a soft pitter-patter, carrying the fresh scent of wet earth. At first, it was soothing. But the rain kept coming. The parched ground, hardened into baked clay, rejected the offering. As the storms raged, water pooled on lawns, sidewalks turned to rivers, and gutters gurgled, whispering secrets as they carried the flood away. The rain began to seep into every nook and cranny of the old homes. It ...
Submitted to Contest #287
Here’s the truth: this gear is nothing without me. My legs, my mind, my talent—that’s what makes the magic happen. Sorry to everyone who bought the same shoes thinking they’d run like me. They won’t. #KipAndOnlyKip #WahoosAreTheFuture #KipRunsFast. These are the types of posts Kip Hoffbloom posted – along with a perfectly curated flat lay of his gear, with a trophy in the corner for motivation, and his lucky blue Brooks hat. One could imagine him posting, quickly exiting out, and waiting for his phone to chirp out notifications. Kip was trai...
Each evening, I end my day with a cup of tea. As the tea steeps, and the hot water takes on the color of the leaves, the day develops before me, like a polaroid picture. In the quiet of the sleeping house, the vibrating energy that jars my mind softens to a low hum, and I sit and unwind. It is in these moments that regret begins to blossom, shame at not being able to capture this calm when my children are awake. The remorse I feel for counting down the minutes until they go to sleep, to get to this place of peace. Questions of why I cannot f...
Submitted to Contest #286
I try to keep to myself at work. I don’t like small talk, and I don’t especially like the people I work with. Each day is the same – write a list, complete my tasks, and check them off. Most people know this, and they tend to let me be. Everyone, that is, except for Tim. I should’ve known better when I realized I was the last one in the office – the last one aside from Tim. Tim leaned against the desk, fiddling with the replacement iPad he'd brought for one of the students. The fluorescent lights above flickered faintly, their hum blend...
Submitted to Contest #285
I wanted to thank you for taking me along on that trip. After sitting alone for so long, I never imagined I’d get out to the lake one more time. I was just going through my photos, and I still cannot get over how “picture perfect” the entire trip was. Do you know what my favorite day was? The one when you caught that musky with your dad and Tommy. It had been a day full of sun, fun, and unfortunately, not a lot of fish thus far. No matter though. As the sun rose over the lake that day, I felt your familiar grip once again, steady...
Submitted to Contest #284
When I arrive home, it is already dark. But, I am greeted by row upon row of Santas, all shapes and sizes, filling our front yard. Merry Christmas, I think, my tired eyes inspecting them as I pass by. I slowly take the steps up to my back door, careful to avoid the ice that reformed after a sunny afternoon. I have left the light on, because know one wants to come home to a dark home. And, I have the dog to look out for. After I let him out, I hang up my coat, and put my keys in the dish by the door. I start a fire in the fireplace, and settl...
Submitted to Contest #283
Christmas is hard. Divorce is hard. Christmas when your parents are divorced is hard. It’s the gift no one asked for. It’s a dance no one rehearsed, but everyone is expected to know. There’s the shuffling between houses and the hurried transitions on icy driveways. Schedules have to be coordinated with precision: Mom’s on Christmas Eve until 9 AM sharp Christmas morning, Dad’s for Christmas Day, and back to Mom’s for the night—if the weather doesn’t interfere or the gatherings don’t run too long. For Ethan, this year promised to be no differ...
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