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What Things?

Submitted to Contest #100

                We were all astonished. Mary and her sister came to us with a story that the Master was alive! How on earth is this possible? Didn't we see him dead and buried in Joseph's cave? We wondered.                                       Cleopas and I had joined this ...

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A piece of candy: a sugar story!

Submitted to Contest #100

 How odd. Very odd indeed. Lin had this idiotic experience by getting a piece of candy down the wrong way. She got this sweet thing into her mouth, was about to feel its taste between teeth and sensing it with her tongue. But. It went wrong. Her friend was there. They stood in her garden at Åbenrå street, Växjö. A place later to be known as the beginning of trauma. However. What are we to learn in life? She felt a grip, Lin that is, this numb sense of magic, that was to be more of magic. A grip of the unknown. A kind of drama. The piece...

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Meet Me There

Submitted to Contest #100

I knew that I had to accept this unexpected invitation for dinner. I felt it like butterflies in my stomach and here I was now, the time had gone by so quickly since the invitation, to meet this special person whom I hardly knew and had never met before. I could only imagine what he might look like, but the real surprise was awaiting me, to see his face. The only thing I knew about him was his gentle, persuasive, and still small voice. He called me and said that he had something important to tell me and that he didn't have time to give me al...

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The Kitchen Table

Submitted to Contest #100

The kitchen table is where people come together to share what? Do they really want to relive the days events that went wrong? Do they simply end up there to unwind and forget the day? Do they want to sit and hear about how great someone else's day went? Or, do they simply want to sit across from someone else and lose themselves in that person and forget their own existence? For Henry and Samantha, who have been married for almost 50 years, the kitchen table is full of memories of children, grand-children, great-grandchildren complaining abou...

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A meal and my thoughts.

Submitted to Contest #100

Rachael stared intently at her wedding picture.  She sat on the luxury furry Gray cushion she had bought because she liked the feel beneath her fingers, legs crossed, an arm wrapped around her waist and the other lifted to her face with palms cupping her face.  The television was muted and tuned in to food network. Next to the television was a picture of both of them placed at both ends. Hanging on the white painted wall was a worded frame with the words " If you love me, keep my commandments" and the Bible quotation John 14:15. ...

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Food - Soothes the Soul

Submitted to Contest #100

Tonight, it's finally here; no turning back now. Seleena has planned a dinner for her two children. They neither like nor associate with each other. God saw fit to send them to her 10 years apart never developing a sibling bond. She thinks they try to tolerate her most of the time. She is now retired at an old age of 67. Thinking of her family she shakes her head and realizes she has such a dysfunctional family. She thought by this time in her life she would have a little control over something but definetly that's not the case.She was exc...

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Spaghetti

Submitted to Contest #100

My Mama used to watch cooking shows like rachael ray and martha stewart with me when I was little. They always made the most elegant meals. Chicken dijon with asparagus and plated with a green sauce that I can't recall the name of now. Spaghetti was a frequent meal at our house, we didn't always have money for meatballs. We always waited to eat until my Dad came home from work. He worked for that railroad company, the one that shut down after the big scandal, oh I can't remember the name of it. Anyways, he worked for them back then. He came ...

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The Other Five

Submitted to Contest #100

"The Other Five"    In southern ladies math, if it is ninety-two degrees with a heat index of one hundred, and your oven is set at four hundred degrees for three hours with two top eyes on simmer, and you are going through "the change", then it is either "hotter than a roasting pig on the fourth of July", or it's "let me roll up my cardigan sleeves, it is a might warm".     That day was a "pig on the spit" kind of day.     In the deep South, there are ways to avoid heat stroke, but...

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Tips on how to be a better sister and in-law

Submitted to Contest #100

As the worship praise rages on, the worshipers lost in the euphoria, Mrs. chidi who had started at the same church as the key member of the same choir that were controlling events this very Sunday for the birthday celebration of all the elderly in the parish was no more a member of the denomination let alone a member of the choir. A day like this reminds her of the good old days before religious politics drove her away from the church of her birth. She came today to support her elder sister who was among the celebrants. The Catholic church...

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God in the Sunshine

Submitted to Contest #99

It was the darkness that really bothered her.  She understood the solitude, but not the darkness.  Four days in dark solitude and already she was questioning her choice to join this commune of people.  You can do this, You can do this.  These words became her montra.  She only had three days to go and  she will be a sunshine member of the group.   The Reality of Life Commune was a blessing to Regina, for what she knew so far.She had been living in the city for two years on her own and still could not...

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I Was Home

Submitted to Contest #99

As she drives on the dark, lonely, quiet highway. She admires the shadows of God’s green earth. She continues to drive to the sunrising over the trees. This has been her encouragement for six months that things are going to be better. She would pray and talk to God knowing he was listening. She just wanted to make sure she was listening. She looked forward to the sunrise each day she had to make that hour drive. She didn’t know what to expect once she gotten to work. Driving up to her job, she sits in the car observing and taking in the view...

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50¢ for Lemonade

Submitted to Contest #99

I take in a much needed deep breath, standing up straight and wiping sweat off my brow. I squint towards where the sun is halfway across the sky, hours from setting. This is the last car, I promise myself.     “Hey!” The driver of the car dips his sunglasses at me. “Hurry up and dry those tires. I’ve got places to be, you know.”     I sigh before getting on my knees and snatching the rag from my bucket. “Of course, mister.”     The driver groans, laying back in his seat and crossing his arms. If y...

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The Art of Hospitality

Submitted to Contest #100

He had been taught that bread unshared is bread unblessed when someone else is hungry, whether man or beast, friend or stranger. The Wedding by Dorothy WestShe was an exemplary chef, a graduate of one of the finest cooking schools in France. In her spacious kitchen with its mosaic tiled floors and jewel toned backsplash, the delectable smell of duck a l' orange permeated the air. Green beans with almonds, crab salad, and chilled wine completed the menu. The oval shaped cherry oak table in the extensive dining room, covered with an ecru lace...

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Sunset at Castraacha

Submitted to Contest #99

After a long hike, I lay down in the grasses along the edge of the Farbrite Mountains in the Castraacha Reserve to catch my breath and rest from the strenuous stride I had kept to make it to the top. This had been my goal for the day to watch the sunset from the heights overlooking the Castraacha Valley and now I let every limb melt into the cool ground and met with the breeze from the evening winds to calm and replenish my overheated body. Afterward, I sat up, drank down, and splashed my head and face with the water in my canister, and sigh...

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I'll be Fine.

Submitted to Contest #99

It began again tonight at exactly 11.05pm. The music was loud as usual to drown the screaming and shouting. We were both awake; I and Uloma. She was shivering already, grasping the sheet like they could stop the turmoil raging in the living room .I trembled.‘Lord, please keep mom safe.’ I prayed silently. Uloma was sniffing loudly digging her nails into the pillow. “Stuff your ears with the neck pillow, it would help”. She only nodded while I handed over the pillow —it did nothing. “Wh… .en would mama and pa..pa stop yell...

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