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Submitted to Contest #51
Grandma never claimed the stream behind her house could make you live forever, but she did believe it would make you live longer than most. I am not sure even as a kid I fully believed her. But when we celebrated her 103rd birthday, those stories did not sound as grand as they once did. Of course, the claim of the miraculous potency of the dirty stream was mild compared to most of what she told me those summers of my early years. I cannot remember nearly half of it, but I recall something about the stream being one of the last “stitches of t...
Submitted to Contest #49
Jack’s knee bobbled up and down as he tapped his heel on the floor. He was listening to the music playing quietly from the speaker above — U2’s “With or Without You — but his foot tapping was much too fast to coincide with the song. It was a nervous habit, and a bad one if he were to believe what he had always been told. Of course that had never kept him from doing it. At the moment he did not much care what anyone thought even if it did cause the receptionist’s desk to lightly shake. She gave him a look which he did not hesitate to return. ...
Submitted to Contest #48
“I wish you hadn’t ‘ave seen that,” the man in the oversized winter coat said with a slur.“So do I,” I say. “More than anything…so do I.”My hands rest in my jean’s pockets and my teeth begin to chatter. I can feel the watering from my eyes freeze on my cheek as a slow, white vapor fills the air in front of my mouth. The forest around me lays mostly in shadow and yet the brightness from the sun is blinding as it sets over the hilltop in front of me.I am alone. The man in the oversized winter coat is no more than a memory. And yet I can almost...
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