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The onion paper of the photo album always tickled my fingers. I loved the look and feel, though, and the crinkling sound it made when I peeled it to move the photos underneath around. No matter how many times I looked through the family photo album, I always caught some new detail I hadn't noticed before. It was like rereading your favorite novel and understanding a reference you hadn't understood before. On this particular day, I sat in the oversized chair in the den, legs crossed, and the album spread across my lap. The sounds of rai...
Submitted to Contest #10
So Many Words, So Little TimeTessa pulled her laptop toward her and took a deep breath. Her fingers hovered over the keys and just as she was about to start typing, she stopped. The keys were dirty. Well, they were actually just a little dusty. They needed to be wiped down and maybe some of the cookie crumbs needed to be removed from between the keys. That should be simple enough and only take about ten minutes. How had she ever typed on a dirty keyboard? Getting up from her chair, she made her way into the kitchen. “Now, where are...
Submitted to Contest #5
I will always love you. Never forget that. But I have to do this. No matter how many times Blanche read the letter, her eyes always came back to this one line. It was the line that haunted her dreams, causing her to wake in a cold sweat. She could almost hear James’ voice, speaking aloud as he wrote the words. It was how he wrote all his letters. She raised the crinkled white letter to her nose, inhaling the scent, and then brought it to her lips, brushing the paper against them. The slam of the front door brought her back to ...
Submitted to Contest #3
Ray’s hand shook as he reached for the doorknob. His eyes kept going back to the sign in the middle of the door: Madame Olga’s Matchmaking Services. The voice in his head screamed that he was foolish to even consider this, that he should go back and try to “be a normal boy.” The voice sounded an awful lot like his mother’s voice when he told her that he and June had broken up and the reason why. She had screamed and flown into one of her temper tantrums. The sound of laughter from the other side of the door brought Ray back to real...
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