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Submitted to Contest #84
“Sign and date, please,” the vendor said, handing me a clipboard with a piece of paper fluttering in the cold January wind. I signed my name slowly, trying to sort out the date in my head. How many nights had it been since I cooked that pathetic Christmas dinner over the tiny stove plugged into the cigarette lighter of the car? Ten? It was at least the 3rdthen. Or maybe the 4th? I stared blankly at the wall stacked thinly with the canned goods I longed to buy. I gazed at a particularly perfect jar of jam, willing it to give me answer. “I...
Submitted to Contest #51
Sam took a slow deep breath and settled into the familiar worn driver’s seat, turning the engine over and letting it warm up a bit. She unclenched her jaw and adjusted her posture, aching to be present in the experience that was in front of her.Are you ready?She nodded toward the soft words, barely audible from the passenger’s seat. For a moment, she’d forgotten he was here, and she sank into that comfort with her fists griping the steering wheel.The drive was nothing like she remembered. As a kid riding in the backseat, the bumpy dirt roads...
Submitted to Contest #49
Jayden stared at the email for the fourth time since Tuesday, trying to read it in Stella’s voice so he could hear it the way she meant for it to be read, but he kept getting stuck. He couldn’t imagine her actually saying these words to him: I can’t connect with you anymore. I wish we could empathize with each other, but it's different now. I’m sorry. I loved our friendship. I’m glad we had those years together. I just can’t spend time with you on Saturday. Do you understand? What had happened between them in the past 10 years? The la...
Submitted to Contest #48
It was late, so Lexi had offered to drive. “Are you sure?” Cara asked, glancing at her smart watch and tapping her fingers against the thigh of her jeans to calculate the length of the four-hour trip, “We won’t get to the lodge before 2am.” “I’ll be fine. I don’t get tired.” Lexi confirmed, extending her hand for the keys. She was used to skeptical faces and cautionary doubts, but as she predicted, an hour later, everyone in the van was asleep, soothed by the hum of tires turning at a steady speed on a highway, and she was very much awak...
Submitted to Contest #47
You’ve been at this table before. It’s become a Wednesday routine of sorts: escaping from the office 15 minutes early to be one of the first ones through the door. You and Alice sit at a long high top table together, covering chair backs with your coats and tossing your work bags into seats, claiming it the way you’d claim a table at the library. You talk about the day’s meetings or your parents or your ex-boyfriends while you hold seats for your slower paced co-workers who also love happy hour, but not as much as the two of you. You sip win...
Submitted to Contest #46
The air was cool and damp in the converted church basement – a welcomed change from the August heat. Tea and store bought cookies were situated on a card table against the dark blue wall with “This is where the magic happens!” painted in gold block letters. Six chairs were positioned in a circle with a pad of paper and pen nestled on each one. The chairs were less comfortable than Brooke had imagined – older and smaller – but aside from that, joining the Grief Writing Group was exactly what she’d expected from Melrose’s description: “It’s ...
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