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Submitted to Contest #163
The Way Forward “You’ll never be content,” he said. “We’ve got a good thing going, Amanda. Why ruin it?” That was a typical Tyler-like thing to say. First, he would plead, then he would rant, finally, he would purport to know her better than she knew herself. It was their fifth break-up in two years, and she was determined to make it stick this time. She wouldn’t allow him to use his words to destroy her resolve. “You know you can’t make it on your own.” He smirked. “You’ve never even spent a night by yourself.” “Whatever,” she said, risin...
Submitted to Contest #120
It is my habit each Saturday morning to make a cup of my favorite tea, Earl Grey, and sit on the deck in my backyard to make a list of the reasons to be grateful. Other times the Kansas wind was far too fierce for even my heaviest coat, so I would find myself in the kitchen nook, sitting on one of the benches. I found this space quaint and inviting, and I used it on mornings just like this one—too cold to sit outside—when I have counted it as one of my blessings. On this particular morning, it was difficult to find something to be thankful ...
Submitted to Contest #61
I awoke to the sounds of my mother cleaning her already spotless home. Once, it was my home, but now I am a guest. My eyes opened. My hand grasped the phone lying on the bedside table. I was startled to see it was after noon. Six hours of sleep. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept that long. Methamphetamine is a wonder for getting through the day, but it’s a bitch at bedtime. Long nights, afraid to close my eyes and see the distorted faces that haunted me each night. Back then, I felt lucky if I could fall into a fitful doze fo...
Submitted to Contest #44
The Way BackBy Terri HarringtonKatie came down the staircase and made a bee-line for the coffee pot. She smiled weakly at Peter, who was sitting in the breakfast nook, peering out the window, looking for solutions to problems as yet unnamed.Peter sensed the urgency in her manner, the way she hurriedly poured the creamer into her cup, cursing as it dripped on the spotless countertop. As took a seat at the table, he saw her puffy, red eyes. He took a deep breath, put on a fake smile, and spoke.“Are you going to the office early?”Katie stared a...
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