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Submitted to Contest #50
Tree House afternoon Chapter One “Maeve, Maeve, wait for me!” the strident voice startled me as I walked away from the supermarket to my car. It was Cynthia Bradley, my neighbor. “Hello Cynthia, I didn’t see you in there, how are you?” “Fine, fine, but I haven’t seen you for a while. You look tired … everything OK?” Cynthia was a nice enough woman, but she was the queen of local gossips and I’m ashamed to say I often avoided her. She didn’t work outside the home, but spent a lot of time in her beloved garden, from where she watched eve...
Submitted to Contest #49
Inside Jeannie’s head there was a tiny but muscular Japanese Taiko drummer like those she had seen on television last night, who was pounding on her skull to be let out. Jeannie’s face was pale and drawn beneath the dark sunglasses, not a match for her smoothly coiffed hair and smart business suit. And she kept the sunglasses on inside the doctor’s waiting room to keep out bright light, which made a migraine much worse. Jeannie had taken a couple of over the counter headache pills which were supposed to help migraine, but they hadn’t and now...
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