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Submitted to Contest #23
Isabel had many rituals, one of which was to enjoy a view of the Pacific from a wooden bench with her twin brother Isaac. Nailed to the bench back was a gold plaque dedicating it to their mother, ‘Sylvania Eng, Devoted Wife and Mother’. The guardrail was a few yards away, beyond which was a steep drop down a craggy cliffside into the roiling waters of the Pacific. Just three years ago, they’d stood at the rail with their father, at the very spot where their mother had on...
Submitted to Contest #20
First day at a new school in a new neighborhood. I knelt down and looked Josh in the eyes. “You’re going to like it here.” I smiled and pulled him in for a hug. “I love you.” He nodded and walked into his first grade classroom. A dark cloud floated by, casting a grayness over the school. I resisted the temptation to see that as an omen, but rather an anomaly in the perfectly clear fall weather we’d been having. Josh’s tumultuous year of kindergarten was history, as was his old school, where his outbursts and tantrums had earned him the monik...
Submitted to Contest #9
They were having dinner at Olivio’s when Miguel asked Tessie to be his girlfriend. Having a boyfriend at the age of sixty-two struck her as silly, something meant for a much younger person and not a grandmother. “What do you say, Tessie?” he asked. The creases around his eyes deepened in the candlelight. He was a handsome man who spoke with a smooth, elegant Spanish accent, the veritable heartthrob of the Elderberry Senior Center, where they’d met a year ago. &...
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