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Submitted to Contest #131
“Emory?” he looks at me quizzically. “Yeah?” I respond nearly as puzzled. “Derek,” he answers my unasked question. “From high school.” “Derek…from…high…school,” I repeat slowly, buying myself time to place him. “And you’re…” my voice trails off. “Yes,” he looks down at the gear covering his uniform. “And you’re,” he looks at the business card on my reception’s desk. “Yes,” I confirm. “We should catch up some time,” he snatches a card and turns, “see ya.” “Bye,” I blurt, “thanks again.”&nbs...
Sitting for more than enough minutes to process its instructions, I never really read it or even needed it to guide my way. Why bother with a map when I’ve always known the path? There were only ever four major turns, despite the many twists in the road. I never recall traffic driving that commute, although as a child the two-hour trek seemed endless. Only as an adult did I realize its proximity. Perhaps it was the anticipation, the excitement of what a visit would provide. Barely two workin...
Submitted to Contest #123
These eyes linger across the wooden panels that make for slippery steps each time I glide from up- to downstage. Tripping over words and cursing self when balance is lost and eloquence stretches beyond reach. “Who will I be today?”The curtain draws near, with only an hour to finalize preparations, perfect the monologue and hope the words land in favor of winner’s fate. Beyond the looking glass, fear reigns supreme. “Can I do this?” “There’s no time for that. I must do this.”“Deep breath. ...
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