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Submitted to Contest #290
She watched him walk in. Late. Despite the fact that he picked the place. He set the time. Did he do it on purpose, the disorganization, the lateness? Did he like to keep her waiting? She could never tell. Cute, curly mop of hair. Like a boy. Charming, lopsided smile. Like a boy. Sauntering over in his favorite hoodie, unhurried and unbothered. Like a boy. Leaning in to hug her and trying for a kiss; she turned her head making the painful greeting even more awkward. First things first. Delivering the blue cashmere sweater to him that had be...
Submitted to Contest #270
Snow and ice crunched under the tires of the taxi – yes, an old-fashioned taxi – that pulled up the long black driveway to her parent’s house in a rural suburb of Cleveland. Her flight had only been briefly delayed, a minor miracle for January, considering the fifth season of “deep winter” as her Dad would say, that afflicted so many northern midwestern states. Nearly midnight. Lynn crept out of the taxi, retrieved her carry-on luggage, and tiptoed over the slippery bricks leading to the back door, the light kept on for her. Slowly opening t...
Submitted to Contest #269
Mark pulled up to his new house with Lizzy in the back seat. His good girl. Ten years old and wise beyond her years. She had agreed to help him move while her younger twin brothers stayed behind at their mom’s house. His house. His old house. He wondered if she really just wanted a break from the drama serving as a surrogate parent while her own parents got their stupid lives together. He didn’t blame her. He wanted a break from the drama, too. She was such a good girl. Still content to read or draw. Talk to her stuffed animals when she tho...
Submitted to Contest #268
She lay in bed, eyes closed pretending to sleep. Paced her breathing slow, like sleep. She was wide awake, of course, and he knew it as well. Fuming that he had ever agreed to take the “morning” shift with the kids during their marriage counseling session. He let his alarm blast an extra minute for good measure to ensure that they were both good and awake before rolling over, slapping it off, sighing audibly, and hoisting himself out of bed with great effort. Her deep breathing continued, eyes closed. Hearing him yell at their children to g...
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