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Submitted to Contest #321
AND THEN THE STORM WAS OVER WhatsApp Call – August 2013 Sheyla: Hey! Just saying hi from the airport! Got back from Rhodes. I am vacillating between Antalya and Amsterdam for the second part of my vacation - as long as it starts with an A.Evan: Cool choices. Give me a heads up if you decide to come to Antalya.Sheyla: You need an alert? Why, it's a big city, don't worry!Evan: I kinda feel you’d like to see me if you come to Turkey thou! Sheyla: Well, not sure, we didn’t part as friends exactly. And I don’t really care anymore!Evan: It is more...
Submitted to Contest #318
I had always known the delicate ache of being almost but not quite. My life was marked by a pattern of nearlys: I was the best at the French competition and lost by one point because a teacher walked in and slipped the answers to her student and the duty teacher simply turned a blind eye. Yes, I was unstoppable later in high school but it was a nasty sting. Despite being introverted in early years, I was quite popular and had lots of friends who always managed to choose someone else to be their bridesmaid, maid of honor, a godmother to their...
Submitted to Contest #292
The painting was a gift from her close friend. Luna loved the photograph of the two of them when they decided to spend the night on the cliff overlooking the Lake, just dark figures barely visible in the glory of the rising sun and the azure blue sky.It was one of those summer nights when you had a feeling the night skies would open and take you into their loving arms, an unforgettable memory for both of them, when they discussed their respective futures, her friend’s future marriage, her life now that she was all alone and free which was b...
Submitted to Contest #289
You were always somewhere at the back of my mind, hiding in its shadows and pulling at my heart’s strings on rare encounters.It was a mellow Saturday evening. I was 12 years old, walking up the Main street with my mom. While passing by a fountain, I noticed a group of graduate high schoolers, catcalling, whistling, monkeying around. A short, brown-haired girl got my attention. She looked so sad and hurt it was almost palpable. She was looking at you like a wounded soldier with a pleading look. You extracted yourself from your gang and s...
Submitted to Contest #288
„I am thinking of visiting that place everybody is talking about“, he said casually while getting out of the shower with a towel around his waist.I froze inside but continued to stack the dishes in the dishwasher. „I am thinking…I…I…“, kind of hit me in the head. HE was thinking.My hands continued their robot dance with the dishes while he went to the bedroom to change for brunch we were having with his parents.I wiped off the invisible water stains and tiny crumbs off the counters. I needed to make my hands busy so that I wouldn’t take that...
Submitted to Contest #285
I remember the times when ghosting, being left on red, being Seen with no reply, blocking, muting, unfollowing, and breadcrumbing in particular, had completely different meanings, or no meaning at all. The good old times. No cell, no gain, no pain. Or was it really like that? I remember when I met a guy back in the ‘90s. I was leaving a bar toilet and he took one look at me in my tight long dress with a thousand slits and went to buy me chocolate covered peanuts wrapped in a piece of newspaper from a street vendor. He presented them to ...
Submitted to Contest #270
THE LAST LUNCHThe meals in our house were used as a fighting arena where my brother would pick a fight with Dad over the most trivial matters to vent his frustrations and anger over God knew what and made us want to run far away from their vicious exchanges of cataclysmic proportions. Their specialty were fights during Christmas Eve dinners and Easter lunches – the solemn occasions were ruined, the past holidays viewed as unpleasant events we tended to forget as soon as possible and the forthcoming celebrations were anticipated with apprehen...
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