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Submitted to Contest #178
Jenny was running to the bedroom to cry before Steve could catch her. “Jen wait!” “No, I’m the worst cook ever!” “No, you are not, you just need practice” Jenny cried louder and Steve winced knowing that was not the right thing to say. Facedown on the bed Jenny cried long and hard as Steve stroked her blonde hair. Steve loved this girl from the moment he laid eyes on her at Billy Bob’s during Texas OU weekend. They enjoyed the great music and dancing and when the evening ended, ...
Submitted to Contest #175
Candy, formerly Candida, heard her phone buzz again vibrating furiously on the table and her stomach tightened. It was her, again! Why, why, why?! She’s got Susie, the beautiful daughter, or Joey, the sweet son, why does she want the daughter she named after a hideous fungal infection (which was revealed to her in the 7th grade by her best friend!) Buzz buzz. “Not today!” she shouted at the phone. Susie gave her the heads up last night that Mom might want her nails done today and she was going to be at th...
Submitted to Contest #173
She bulleted through the mall entrance just past the old cooking oil stench of King Burger. Their cleaning crew tried to cover the smell but instead created a new aroma of old oil a la Pinesol. Vanessa hated parking on this side of the Fairview Mall as it always meant she had to pass the last place she was fired from. But she was almost late (again) to her new job and this was the quickest path to it! She was determined to make this fourth week at Marianne’s Dress Shop a good one You see this was her thir...
Submitted to Contest #171
The View from my Seat By S. Lee Catlett I have found the best view is when you observe the intimate solitary moments between those leaving or coming back from a journey. I guess I am a voyeur of the extraordinary landscape of people leaving to start anew or returning to something old and familiar. My favorite spot is a bench at the far corner of my city’s train station. I am old and although my wealth has allowed me to have seen many extraordinary gardens, mountains and oceans, the view from this bench has become...
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