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Submitted to Contest #294
Dear M,It took 7 years for me to gain the courage to look up where you’re buried. The website has a link to your obituary and a picture of your shiny tombstone. “Beloved son” it says. I guess they didn’t want anyone to remember that you were my husband, too.I found out that you had a gravesite from her picture on social media. I was shocked still her “friend.” She and, well, almost everyone broke ties with me when you died. I shouldn’t have been surprised. You always prided your family and friends on their loyalty, and you were right. I wish...
Submitted to Contest #292
TW: mental illness, mentions suicide, addiction, language, drug abuseI arrive at the motel looking for a junkie at about 11 am on a Wednesday. I’m supposed to be working. Instead of getting up with my alarm, brushing my teeth, and making myself decent enough to attend my virtual meetings, I stay in bed for over an hour, cuddling my twelve-year-old pit bull, ignoring texts and work emails. When I feel like it, I get up and take a shower, wash my hair and everything. Citrus shampoo and conditioner, patchouli body lotion.I text one of the team ...
Submitted to Contest #289
TW: Sexual content, profanityThe room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here, thought Liv, her eyes adjusting to the light creeping in through the broken blinds. Her lips stuck together, locking in a taste she could only describe as cat piss. Her brain pulsed, expanding against her skull, squeezing its way through her ears. The room smelled like the aftermath of a rave. Sheets touched her bare skin. She found a pile of dark, shiny hair on a naked pillow beside her.“Please don’t be ugly,” she whispered, hovering over the man lying on his ...
Submitted to Contest #287
He’s here. And he’s just as hot as his pictures, Charlotte texted from outside of the café. She moved two steps to her right. Jenn responded with a string of emojis: bearded man face, burning heart, guy and girl kissing faces. Charlotte smiled and checked her hair in the reflection of the Ramen place next door, getting faint notes of the meaty umami, all that her still partially stuffed nose would allow. Her phone buzzed. Charlotte swiped to see it was Jenn with another string of emojis: sweaty face, fire, tongue, peace hand symbol, yum face...
Submitted to Contest #286
TW: profanity, addiction, domestic violenceJamie counted the pills twice. One for cholesterol, three for blood pressure and kidneys, one for acid reflux, one antidepressant, one antibiotic for the latest UTI, and one for osteoporosis on Mondays. Then the vitamins: C, D, B12, Fish Oil. She clumsily matched plastic lids to their bottles and shoved the pills into the cabinet next to the microwave. She closed the cabinet door quickly, not meaning to slam it. Even though none of the pills were the good ones, Jamie couldn’t look at a collection of...
Submitted to Contest #285
TW: mentions of pregnancy lossThe familiar sound of crinkling paper was the only one in the room as I maneuvered my bare bottom across the examination table. I lied back as if I were actually comfortable.“Do you know what this is made of?” I asked my husband, who was typing on his phone.“What what’s made of?” Jeremy replied.“This paper that’s in every doctor’s office. It reminds me of the parchment paper I use to bake cookies.” Jeremy rubbed the paper, feeling both sides. He wasn’t thinking about paper.“Check that cabinet over there. Let’s s...
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