Pamela Berglund

“The Dreamcatcher” by Pamela Berglund

Submitted to Contest #113

I found myself sitting idly in front of the large antique hope chest that my husband had given to me when we were first married,  The chest was a history of all the memories and dreams that had fulfilled our fifty years of marriage,,,little things,,,,the little marzipan figurine from the top tier of our wedding cake; our daughter’s baby bracelet.  There were other items that could preserve the test of time.  I was merely reminiscing, for I would soon be moving from my ten room mansion in Connecticut to a one room apartment in ...

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“Truck Stop on Route 88” by Pamela Berglund

You must really have to understand why I took off the way I did.  Not that this is a good enough reason to leave my world behind.  But it actually happened. I had everything I ever wanted in my life.  I had a family (three girls and two boys), a husband who met my every whimsical need (including my cravings for coffee chocolate chip ice cream from Hagen Daz at 2:00 in the morning). Yes.  I should have been happy with what I already accomplished.  But there was something missing.  I suppose you might say my l...

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“Conversation with Myself” by Pamela Berglund

Submitted to Contest #101

I detest looking at myself in the mirror.  Oh, the horror having to see every prick point of my body -- from the top of my brown hair to the tip of my neatly manicured bit toe painted in cherry red. It was my own fault that I was actually standing in front of the mirror to begin with.  Yesterday was a very good day to go to the estate sale on the cliffs.  You never know what treasures you could find in the cliffs -- the most exclusive area in the county. I found the mirror in a dark corner of the attic.  I thought to ...

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“A Broken Window” by Pamela Berglund

I always knew that Joey Franco was a rabble rouser. Of course I didn’t believe it because Joey and I were in kindergarten together. I had a secret crush on him, He was so cute with his golden blond hair spilling slightly over his forehead. He had baby blue eyes and a smile that would melt the soul of even the strictest of his teachers. For example, there was Ms. Moth, the reading teacher who the students dubbed her the teacher with the skeleton in a closet because she was as thin as a skeleton, and you could see...

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“The door to my life” by Pamela Berglund

Submitted to Contest #95

The note that was left under my door this morning was cryptic as it was obscure.  It was left under my door in a plain white envelope with my name printed in bold dark letters.  The note simply read: Your life will be guided by the door you choose One door will lead to success One door will lead to your eventual doom Be careful what door you choose There was no signature and I did not know why I should have even received it.  I had no known enemies and few friends.  I lived a simple life as a carpenter for a local con...

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“cleaning up the party mess” by Pamela Berglund

Submitted to Contest #93

Sue, “...the party was great.  It’s been a long time coming.  I’ll speak to you tomorrow.” “I am glad you had a good time.” As my best friend Amy closed the door behind her, I looked up at my husband Andy with a triumphant smile.  The party had been the first celebration since the pandemic had reared its ugly head.  The house had been filled with over 25 people (the most allowed for those who had been vaccinated) and my guest list included my elderly parents, my teen children and my colleagues from work. Reality cam...

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“The Power Outage” by Pamela Berglund

Submitted to Contest #92

Have you ever noticed the reaction of strangers getting on an elevator?  They look up (or down) to ensure that they have successfully avoided having the doors shut closed before they are safely inside.  Next they press the button by the floor number they wish to get off, and then glance at all the other buttons on the wall, the open door/close door button (which symbol opens or closes the door) and they usually notice whether the elevator has a thirteenth floor.  Finally, they will stand closest to the back of the elevator to ...

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“Silence” by Pamela Berglund

Submitted to Contest #91

“It was time for me to change my life, my dreams and my goals.  When you reach 30 like I recently did, have four children between the ages of 5 and 12, you would stumble upon the same feelings. So how did I change my life….I decided it was time for me to get a college degree. Yes, I know what you’re probably thinking ….that’s absolutely crazy, it's hard enough balancing home and work as you’ve been doing for what seems eons.  When are you going to find time to study, attend classes with “kids” just out of high school. But whe...

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“A rose by any other name” by Pamela Berglund

Submitted to Contest #86

It is 5:47 in the morning and I awaken to the sweet silence of the morning.  There is the peek of sun shining through a small window and its brightness bounces off the glass in front of me.  It takes me a moment to understand why I am feeling so alive.  And then I realize today is March 20, 2021 and the date and time remind me that it is the first day of spring. Spring is when everyone comes alive again.  They want to forget the long cold days of winter; the massive  snow storms in the north, the tornadoes and torr...

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“just another day” by Pamela Berglund

Submitted to Contest #84

I am sitting here at my computer and I am about to have my first zoom meeting with a therapist.  It has taken me over a year to realize that I can no longer go on living my existence.  The days are running into each other.  So much so that I only know that it is 2021 because I watched the ball drop on New Years Eve. The wait seems endless for me until I hear the jingling of my computer, alerting me with a message on my computer screen….”connecting”.  The therapist is a woman and the fine lines on her face tell me that s...

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“Mongrone” by Pamela Berglund

Submitted to Contest #83

Mongrone Islandia is well known for it’s sparkling beaches.  The water is the perfect temperature -not too hot and not too cold.  The white sands sparkle with colors of orange and pearl.  Small shacks, made of balsa wood have withstood many hurricanes, and even a few tsunamis.   The water gods believe that it is protected by Nimf, the god of strength.  Not many people know about this resort island, but I do.  I found it by necessity, you may find it when you least expect it. I was born on Camaras, a small gala...

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“kiki” by Pamela Berglund

Submitted to Contest #82

I remember the day my parents bought me my first android.  It was my ninth birthday and it was wrapped in expensive birthday paper, the kind of paper that has the distinct odor of grandeur.  You just want to remove the paper ever so gingerly.  But of course, being nine years old and excited to receive presents, I grabbed it off the table and quickly demolished the fancy paper,  leaving a mess on the kitchen table. ‘Oh wow, I yelled.  Its an android”.  My very own android.  Now I can play anything I want a...

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“A History Making Event” by Pamela Berglund

Submitted to Contest #80

It is not a surprise to me that the man sitting in the royal red velvet chair was making history.  At the stroke of 12:00 pm, John Ross Utterly would be sworn in as the World Federation Leader.  Everyone knew his name, knew what he stood for and overwhelmingly approved of his leadership.  People all over the world were waiting with faded breath for the ceremonies to begin. There were at least two hundred men and women sitting in the auditorium.  Every news room would have access by relay screens and even bars and restau...

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“Mother Knows Best” by Pamela Berglund

Submitted to Contest #79

I was in labor for 14 hours before Jennifer was born.  Richard and I were excited to welcome her into our world and expected her to come out perfect.  I had done everything I could to ensure that she would be a happy and healthy baby.  I ate all the right foods, exercised five times a week and got eight hours of sleep every night.  Well, Jennifer was born right on time, weighing in at a healthy 7 pounds and twenty inches with the most beautiful face and dark brown chocolate eyes.  We took her home after only two da...

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“Call from a stranger” by Pamela Berglund

Submitted to Contest #76

Ring,,,,ring,,,,ring’ “Hello” “Hi, I’m looking for Leslie.  Is this Lageslie I am speaking with?” “I’m sorry sir, you have the wrong number.” “But I was given this number from my mother who told me that a woman by the name of Leslie had called asking for me.  She gave her this number to make sure that I would call her back as soon as I had gotten home from work.  And since I don’t know who you are, and I have never known anybody by anyone with that name, I felt I should at least call the number I was given.” “Well, I...

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