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Submitted to Contest #255
WaitingBy Nancy Richards My son is so angry, screaming at me. He doesn’t realize I’ve shut him out, I can't hear what he is saying. Whatever I have done, I don’t deserve this reaction from him. I’m his mother. I’ve wondered what he must have said to me over the last two years because he is still upset about it. I’ve asked him what I did, but he refuses to discuss it. This hurts my heart. By the time cancer final...
Submitted to Contest #33
Here I sit with my twelve dear friends, celebrating our tenth year together. I started this group because my husband and I retired to a place where I knew no one, zip, zilch and 2000 miles from our families. Amazingly our college graduate sons, came with us to this isolated place and fortunately, we all managed to adjust. My first acquaintance was Pam the owner of the sewing shop where I had replaced my sewing machine after its destruction in a horrific car accident on our way to our new home. Pam was irrepressibly positive and sup...
Submitted to Contest #28
I STOPPED BY TO SEE MOMI was a mess. I’d taken college prep courses through my junior year, but when I sat down with my Mom to pick courses for my senior year, I had a surprise. “I can’t send you to college, ask your Dad, but you better take some secretarial courses this year. Why’d you ever think I could send you to college?”I asked my Dad. “College? No. I’ll send you to beauty school. Your sister’s doing good there.”“But you sent John to college!”“He’s a boy, you are just a girl.”I got a D in typing, topp...
Submitted to Contest #20
When the phone rang, I sensed it was from my sister, Marie. She didn’t call often, usually when she needed something, or when something was wrong. “What’s up,” I answered the phone. “Oh, I gotta tell you something,” Marie said, sounding emotional. “I’ve got my ears on.” She was making sounds, but I couldn’t tell what emotion she was trying to convey. Marie took a deep breath. “Okay, okay. I got a...
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