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Amanda Cleary

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Mrs. Chapman

Mrs. Chapman had been a resident at Applewood Retiring Home for a little over five years and thus was fully integrated into its complicated social hierarchy. She was an esteemed member of what the staff called the “Porch Ladies”, who, moments after finishing their breakfast, staked their claims on the white, wooden rocking chairs that lined the balcony entrance. If she wasted even a few seconds before rushing to the door at mealtime’s end, someone else would claim her seat and she would be stuck inside the whole day, with nothing to do excep...

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Tea Party

“No!” Julia cried, pulling me with surprising strength out of one of the pillow chairs. “Mr. Wiggles sits there.” She pointed defiantly with a miniature finger to the opposite side of the table. “Daddy, you sit over there.”  Acquiescing to her demands, I seated myself between Miss Pink-Hair Barbie and Theodore the stuffed bear. There were six total guests my daughter had invited: me, the aforementioned Barbie and bear, Mr. Wiggles (a miniature car sales balloon figure from whom the quiet hum emanated), an ostentatious Build-A-Bear name...

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July

Weekly Contest #99

Another sleepless night. I’ve become accustomed to the mood swings and baggy eyes that accompany daily reports and hollow hopes. As much as I can, anyway.  “Mommy?” I lurch out of my chair, hastily shuffling across the tiled floor. In seconds, I’m at her bedside. “I’m here, Gracie. I’m here.” She looks up at me with her doughy green eyes, the ones that used to shimmer the reflection of the sun but now only reflect the sterile headlights of a hospital room. “Mommy,” she repeats, her frail hand reaching for me. I grip it tightly. “Can ...

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