Rebecca Lee

“A letter to you ” by Rebecca Lee

Jules Gellar sat down on her bed, with her back against her headboard surrounded by a ton of pillows adorned in burgundies, grays, blues and some pinks. She reached down to her feet, and yanked off her white socks and threw them on the floor beside the bed. She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, and grabbed the notebook on her nightstand. As long as 47 year old Jules could remember, writing has been a big part of her identity – the one thing in her life that has remained constant even when others things seem chaotic. Her writi...

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“Saying it more than once ” by Rebecca Lee

Submitted to Contest #101

The sun had just announced the start of the day when a dark cloud popped up out of the blue bringing with it a downpour of cooling rain drops. Ivy Downing sighed from the doorway of her house. It was a Monday … what else should she expect? Everything that could go proverbially wrong had as soon as her alarm buzzed two hours ago. Her hot water decided not to work in the middle of her shower. She was wide awake now for sure after the freezing cold temperatures splattered over her body. Her bagel got stuck in the toaster causing it to be char...

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“That's what families do” by Rebecca Lee

Submitted to Contest #65

“Murph! Murph! Wake up!” I gently nudged my little brother as he lay snoring under the plush throw on our large couch. He groaned, and wouldn’t open his eyes. I hit him with the velvet throw pillow from the end of the couch. “Get up, dummy.” He opened his eyes, and growled, “I was having a pretty good dream. What do you want?” “Your nephew is on his way over for us to take him shopping for his Halloween costume,” I said as I picked dishes he left on the coffee table the night before. My brother apparently had slept on the couch again l...

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“Omelets, pancakes and family secrets” by Rebecca Lee

Submitted to Contest #64

“Secrets are things that are meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others,” Jane said as she almost floated through the early morning set at the barre. We were at dance class – something that my cousin, Jane, talked all of us Gilbert girls into about five years ago. She said it would be a “bonding moment.” My sister, Claire, Jane, her sister, Dana, our cousins, Lucy and Terra, my aunt Melinda, my mother, Ginny, my sister-in-law, Lora, her daughter, Megan, and myself all joined a beginner’s ballet class together. I loved to dance. The beg...

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“It's the little things” by Rebecca Lee

Submitted to Contest #63

Making decorations out of construction paper is something that we all have done at some point in our childhood – either during playschool or at church or Vacation Bible School or at school. I can’t even count how many paper turkeys, paper Christmas trees or paper Easter eggs that my parents’ refrigerator held over the years. I flunked cutting in kindergarten … so my lines weren’t always straight. So, why in the world, am I, Shay Dawson, trauma fellow at Atlanta Memorial Hospital, sitting in the doctor’s lounge cutting out shapes with con...

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“When the Flames Speak” by Rebecca Lee

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire – literally and intentionally. Dad stood nearby with his rake, and my brother, Kelly, was on the other side of him, holding a hose. Their gazes were on the big pile of leaves we had worked all morning to gather. Smoke twirled from the center of the pile skyward, and it was a little mesmerizing. I wondered if the angels in Heaven got wind of smoke when folks burned leaves or trash. You know how annoying it is when your neighbors do it all the time – can you imagine what the smoke does t...

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“Launch Day” by Rebecca Lee

Submitted to Contest #63

The aroma of black coffee seeped through the cracks of the doorway of The Sandhill Coffee House, piercing the early morning with the smooth, rich scent of roasted beans, and … hints of vanilla, spice, nuts, and Fall.It was an important day in York, Georgia – the day that the Sandhill Coffee House presented its seasonal line-up of new coffee blends.And people around the small town looked forward to the day – even the non-coffee drinkers. Not only did the coffee house launch its fall flavors of coffee … they launched new autumnal flavored hot ...

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“Small Towns, small minds” by Rebecca Lee

Submitted to Contest #59

Willow, Texas is not unlike most small-sized communities across the United States. There are the typical sections of neighborhoods for different races, for the races to mix, for different economic classes, yadda, yadda. There is the city-run government, and since, Willow is the county seat for Wood County – the county governing offices are housed there.There is a quaint little downtown area. There are at last count at least five fast-food chicken places, a plethora of doughnut stores, a mosaic of payday loan companies, two grocery stores, a ...

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“Lonely in the Big City ” by Rebecca Lee

Submitted to Contest #59

Atlanta, Georgia has been called the ‘capital city’ of the south, and rightfully so. With a mosaic of buildings – skyscrapers, high rises, and others – lining the downtown streets, Atlanta is a busy city. It is the location of several city, county, state, and federal government facilities, sporting arenas, corporate headquarters, conference centers, and an array of tourist attractions.The downtown area – called the historic center – offers an urban atmosphere, well-known attractions and restaurants, and of course, the tourism department says...

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“Stuck in the Elevator” by Rebecca Lee

Submitted to Contest #58

“It’s stuck,” he said, taking off his glasses to peer closer at the buttons on the panel by the door. “Yup, it it’s stuck.” He put his glasses back on, and turned to look at me, like he expected me to do something.A zillion thoughts just ran through my brain, as I closed my eyes for a second. I could feel the tension band already tightening around my head. This was not the day to get stuck in an elevator, and most certainly was not the day to get stuck in the elevator with my grandfather.I sighed. “Pops, I am sure they know it is stuck … I w...

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“This isn't a superhero movie ” by Rebecca Lee

Submitted to Contest #58

You ever felt so powerless your stomach hurt? Your knees got weak? You were sweating hard? Have you ever been involved in a situation so traumatic it stunned you into silence?Tracy Emory had been in many situations that nothing seemed like it could stop him. Most of these events were due to his career as a flight paramedic and helicopter pilot.But there was this one day when Tracy Emory felt so powerless he fell to his knees.He would never forget that day. It was an early morning, mid-August. Tracy's shift didn't start for several hours, but...

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“Righting a wrong ” by Rebecca Lee

Submitted to Contest #57

“America in the 1980s seemed to belong to conservatism, materialism and consumerism – people liked routines, loved their flashy cars and brand-name preppy clothes and enjoyed spending money. It was also an age when big movies started hitting the screen, and music videos were introduced thanks to cable network stations, like MTV,” Jillian Smith stopped next to her podium, and made a dramatic turn, and went into a dance pose with one leg slung on her desk.She looked back at her 35 students – all college freshmen – and started to laugh. Her lit...

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“This Will Be Fun ” by Rebecca Lee

The coffee shop was bustling as holiday shoppers zoomed in and out for a quick latte or a hot tea to go or to sit for a minute and scroll social media. Everyone seemed all happy and cheerful.Not John Wilbanks. His holidays were not so rosy.Melodies proclaiming the holidays - sounds of Bing, Frank, Rosemary and others – piped through the ceiling speakers, and the smell of coffee brewing and cookies and other goodies baking added to the pleasantries of the season.John sat in a corner booth nearest the window, sipping on some fresh-roasted coff...

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“The Story of Cecil Greene ” by Rebecca Lee

Submitted to Contest #56

I watched him from a distance. Most people passed by him without a second glance – probably not even a first.He sat in a beat-up folding chair on the corner of one of the busiest streets in downtown Memphis. His smile was crooked as were the teeth I could see from where I was standing if he spoke to someone.A little plump at the waistline, and his dark skin was aged – wrinkles here and there, he wore a faded pinstripe – gray and pink – suit, with a pair of scuffed dress shoes.On his head, he wore one of those funny golfer’s caps – you know t...

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“The Secret in The Purse” by Rebecca Lee

Submitted to Contest #55

You ever have one of those moments where you just want to stand somewhere and just scream as loud as your lungs and vocal chords would allow you to scream?Yeah, I see those nods … imagine I am giving you a high five you right now.Today at noon was one of those moments for me. I had just left a 10 o’clock meeting with my publisher . and my head was swimming with about a 100 new ideas. It had been a good meeting – really. My second book’s final draft was accepted and being published in two weeks. The book tour will start a week after that.Two ...

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