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Submitted to Contest #40
They became best friends in kindergarten. It wasn’t a decision of theirs, but more that Martha and Maryanne got along so well, that naturally their sons would too, no matter how the boys really felt. They never got a say in the matter. Perhaps Ravi would have said no, the more defensive of the two, the overachieving adopted kid who had to defy everyone. Later, people would say Josh was the one to pull him back from the brink, got him sobered up and cleaned up, as the crisis hit the streets.  Perhaps if they had gotten to pick, Maryanne ...
Submitted to Contest #38
Sasha had never seen the door there before. It had to have always been there. Doors didn't just appear. She was tired. That's what it was. Still… it struck a chord of dread within her. As if she was the forgotten piano of her childhood that had sat un-played collecting dust, until father sold it to justify the Ducati of his midlife crisis. Kevin paid no attention to the door or the apparent dread that it caused. He shrugged before offering an accidentally helpful suggestion. "Check the move-in pictures.” They had started t...
Submitted to Contest #37
It was curious to know you had the keys to destruction in your hand. That with one word, you could ruin a marriage, a life, and a man. Jen was used to having the power to destroy men in her hands. She had developed it around the time her cup size had dropped in letter grades and she had shot up a foot taller than the boys in her high school. Cliche, yes, but useful too. It was hard to keep these things in. She had to tell somebody, and she couldn’t tell Simon. She didn’t want to ruin him, not yet. Perhaps it was the stress of th...
Submitted to Contest #36
A year in the life of Sergey Lemikov or the Diary of S. Lemikov! December 3114:00 hours, 21 minutes First entryDaily entries to follow Mother said I should take up journaling. That it will help with the grieving of my marriage. That it will help me focus my energy for the new year and “make something of myself”. Maybe she just wanted to re-gift the notebook her damn colleague Masha gave her, but maybe it’ll work. So here goes; I saw Gregor today. I had waited in line for 30 minutes to get the piece of bread and there...
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