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Submitted to Contest #273
"I like that girl he took to the dance last week." I could hear my mother talking in between the clacking of the knitting needles. I didn't need to see them to form the image in my mind. My mother sitting in her rocking chair in the sitting room. My father sitting next to her grunting as he read the paper. Who reads the paper anymore? My father. He isn't that old, but he is an old soul, as my mother says. He clings to the ways of generations before without electronics or cell phones. He only carries one because he can no longer deny the conv...
You can live your entire life with someone, but the moment you know they might leave you forever, that is when you take the time to memorize their face. I love my father and he is the only parent I have ever known. How could I ever forget his face? And yet I am trying to memorize the lines around his eyes. They should be much more pronounced for a man his age, but I know that we are not 'normal'. Father does things he should not be able to, but here in the bayou, it is expected and everyone knows better than to bring attention to it, le...
Submitted to Contest #244
How can you know a place you have never been? How can you feel the wind, taste the air, and even know what you felt while you were there? Onyx Redwood stared at the well-worn photograph. Its edges were marred by age and the contents faded with too much exposure to the elements. But what exposure? She looked about the musty basement, her eyes falling on her footsteps in the dust. The darkness of this place was shrouded by the heavy rugs held over the few windows that would have allowed some warmth, if not at leas...
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