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Submitted to Contest #55
“Can you keep a secret?” Mark attempted to whisper while also catching his breath. His hind legs ached from the racing jumps he had used to get here. “Mark!” Daisy screamed in greeting as she slid out from her rock, medical bag in hand. It was exactly the kind of response Mark was hoping to avoid. Actually, his whole current situation was what he was trying to avoid. How had he mistaken the times? He was sure the leaf had said 9 just yesterday, but when he looked at it this morning, the number 6 clearly stared ...
Submitted to Contest #54
The beans crunch in the bean bag chair as I shift to better survey the room. The comforter dangling off my lofted bed at a slight angle creates a curtain in front of my desk where my mother’s computer, mine for the next three weeks until I get my own, hums in its new home. A picture of my family and a Koosh ball bookend the computer. The opposite side of the room remains empty for one more night until my roommate arrives. Thumps through the hallway indicate the presence of additional hallmates. “So this is college life,...
Submitted to Contest #52
“Here worm, here wormy worm,” my son Peter coaxed the glow worm from its crevice in the cave. After only 10 minutes in the cave, his jeans were already caked in mud and his hands were an unidentifiable greenish brown color. His iPad and books lay abandoned in their moisture proof bag. “The mud will wash out,” I told myself. Even if it didn’t, a pair of jeans was a small price to pay for our safety today. I opened my phone and searched for “mosquito release.” I found an article updated a few hours earlier, but it me...
Submitted to Contest #51
Jennie rubbed her hand along the oak tree’s bark. She felt the smoothness of the groove where her hand had traced the length of the trunk so many times over the past thirty-five years. Her family had received the tree in celebration of Jennie’s birth, and she and the tree had been constant companions ever since. “I’ll miss you,” Jennie thought and pictured herself far away from the tree with tears in her eyes. She pictured herself in her current shorts and t-shirt, but then corrected her image to long shirt and pants w...
Submitted to Contest #50
I look at the clock. Five minutes remain until the meeting. I want to practice the slides until I can recite each one perfectly, but I have run out of time. “Memorize the transitions,” I remind myself, a piece of advice I have often received from my graduate school advisor. I can recite the transitions between slides, but now that the presentation is approaching, I am drawing blanks on the substance in the slides. I will have to hope that, in the moment, my words will come through. I take two breaths and unplug my c...
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