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Submitted to Contest #103
You can't look for a sign, it doesn't happen like that! The candle flame extended and cracked like a whip. It all seemed coincidental to Etta. She was not a believer in tarot cards. Her friend Emily had dragged her into this! "Just sit with me as I talk to the online card reader", she said! "Nothing more" she said! The surprise Emily had was she had secretly paid for Etta to have a card reading too! It was a belated birthday gift. The card reader was in on it too! Knowing she had a skeptical client she started the reading. All Etta coul...
Submitted to Contest #102
Human nature is the Atlantic Ocean! That was the opening sentence to Carrie's unapologetic public speaking exam for English class. She continued, "Location, Location right?" She tapped her keyboard. A very quick card fall of pictures showed poignant parts in recent history, like the Trade towers falling, war in Afghanistan, riots, Donald Trump, pandemic, immunisation etc. Yes Yes we are the Atlantic Ocean! We are one of the five blind men.looking at the elephant and knowing we are the only one's right! Carrie's voice faded and stopped from...
Lydia Googled it one day out of curiosity: Lifeline was founded in Sydney, New South Wales, in 1963 by the late Sir Alan Walker after a call from a distressed man who three days later took his own life. Determined not to let loneliness, isolation and anxiety be the cause of other deaths, Walker launched a crisis (telephone) line which initially operated out of the Methodist Central Mission (Wikipedia).Today, Lydia was there in one of their thrift shops searching for a mirror that would suit her bedroom. Her budget allowed her to spend t...
Submitted to Contest #100
Two people sat at a table in a coffee shop. It was Rhonda's birthday. Fred knew Rhonda hated loud showy places. This place seemed good; he hoped she liked it. He had to be discreet. Fred and Rhonda were both single and he and she had no involvement, other then a shared love of indoor plants and the same work colleagues. Those work colleagues were - you know - good communicators!Fred was driving so he intentionally asked, "Ro", that's what he called her, "Do you want a bottle of wine?" Rhonda took a deep breath in, as she thought about the pr...
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