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Submitted to Contest #306
August 13, 2016Dear Constance,Hello, my love. Where do I even start? First off, I have decided to start this journal so that I can have a record of the next however many weeks, months, years it takes for me to get back to you. And in the case I can’t make it back, I want to leave you this. When my mother died, I hurt for years—hell, I still hurt. The most devastating thing was not her death, but her spiritual absence. Over time, I lost touch of her thoughts, her wants, her essence. And while I have no intention of dying, I’d be a fool to pre...
Submitted to Contest #305
The analog clock placed above the doorway read 11:00am. Julie lied idly on a hospital bed, hooked up to a plethora of monitors and an IV bag. Her long blonde hair, which was normally brushed neatly into a low ponytail, was sprawled across the pillow. She looked up at the ceiling because she could not stand to look at her surroundings, for that would confirm her reality. She counted the tiles on the ceiling over and over again because there was nothing else for her to do.“Ms. Camden?”Julie looked over to her left where the doctor was standing...
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