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Submitted to Contest #295
Pen and Pat Day One “0uch”! cries the green and white pen as my thumb presses its silver cap to reveal its nib. “Must you push so hard”, the pen continues in an agitated tone. Realizing that I may have stepped through a looking glass into a world where objects are capable of speech, I say, “I am truly sorry”, I as I pick up the pen from the floor. “I am writing a story.” “You’re writing a story,” responds the writing implement in a high-pitched mocking tone. “Well Dickens, what is it to be, a romance, a historical novel or something ...
Submitted to Contest #291
A Kiss to Build a Dream on Kind reader, have you ever felt intense fear and indescribable peace at the same time? Have you ever had a moment of disbelief followed by absolute certainty? Do you believe in the supernatural and that love never dies? While I have added some details, the events I assure you reader are true. The end of May in 1987 was unusually hot. The air was so thick, it made it difficult to sleep. Dad would call this perfect weather for crabbing. Immediately I remember...
Submitted to Contest #289
The Man in the Mirror The accusing face in the full-length mirror decorated by an ornate gold frame mouths the words, “So you think you can do this job better job,” The words are mine; however, the face disappears like a snowflake on a warm cheek until only my reflection remains. Startled but undistracted, I make my way through the small row of lockers in the employee lounge of the Buon Appetite restaurant looking for one assigned to “special guest”. That would be me. The locker squeaks ...
Submitted to Contest #287
First A Cup of Tea Please Sunlight peers through the louver blind and makes its way through the slits formed by my eyelids. Startled awake by the light and the sharp pain in my shoulder as I stretch. My bleary eyes barely make out the time on the clock sitting on the nightstand surrounded by medicine bottles. It flashes 7:00 a.m. Sleeping through the night, a luxury at my age and more elusive since Ed died three months ago. How I miss the rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his body and even his snoring. “You...
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