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Submitted to Contest #291
“It’s really starting to come down,” Natalie said as she watched the snow accumulate against the cedar trees, collecting along the tops of the branches and bowing them towards the ground. “Yes,” Tim responded, excitement glittering in his eyes. “Probably not long before the power goes.” Natalie nodded in agreement and shuffled her slippered feet to the kitchen. She counted: one, two, three jugs of water on t...
Submitted to Contest #290
I stood at the edge of the airport’s pick-up lane, toes hanging off the curb while cars crept by with giddy passengers and excited expressions. This was not my first time visiting upstate New York in the heat of July under the pretense of death. The first time I was only eight years old, but today, as I waited for my great Uncle Nick, my body had reached the age of thirty. No longer a chubby child unaware of the finality of death, I was now a married woman with a successful career living a relatively idyllic life in the Pacific Northwest. I ...
Submitted to Contest #289
Jasmine looked out her backdoor window, the old crackled glass might have looked like art rather than age, but the skeleton-key lock told the truth of its origins. The sun was still high despite the lengthening hour of the day, but that’s simply the way of a Pacific Northwest summer. She spied her small red Igloo cooler on the picnic table and ventured out for it, breathing deeply the fresh air, cleared of July’s wildfire smoke. September may be considered Fall to some, but for Washingtonians summer was still ho...
Submitted to Contest #266
9:07AM. My phone began to vibrate to the beat of Macklemore heading downtown to pop some tags. I glanced over to see it jiving towards the edge of the desk, caller ID announcing Wanda on the other end. “Wanda, you know this is Do-Not-Disturb-Me time,” I mumbled. The gyrations stopped as T-Mobile told her to leave a voicemail. “Just send me a text message like you’re supposed to,” I thought and looked back to my laptop, not sure of how to get my momentum going again. Ah yes, Jackson was considering using the alley door of the convenienc...
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