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Weekly Contest #143
Trigger warning: bereavement and loss Who’s Your Friend? By Annie R. McEwen As we did nearly every afternoon, we sat on the front porch steps of the broke-down farmhouse in the country, watching the day go out and the night come in. The sun went down, the moon went up. The world went round and round and everything was good. “Same time tomorrow?” he said, like always. “Sure thing. Love you.” I kissed his cheek, scratchy with late day beard. “Love you, too.” He winked at me, smiling. It was the last time we spoke. I waved and walked back to...
Weekly Contest #139
Maureen Patrick 3000 words 3411 W. Bay Ave. Tampa, FL 33611 813-464-9577 yazpatrick@gmail.com THE ETERNITY SEED CO. By Maureen Patrick I suppose the ad was in every issue of Good Housekeeping but I didn’t notice it until Moo died. I don’t spread it around, but I actually like Good Housekeeping. My Mom’s had a subscription for years so it’s always somewhere in the house, the coffee table, the sofa, the magazine rack in the bathroo...
Maureen J. Patrick 1350 words 3411 W. Bay Ave. Tampa, FL 33611 813-464-9577 yazpatrick@gmail.com DINNER by Maureen Patrick 6106 Sycamore Avenue. The kitchen. Friday, October 7, 1955 “Grow up.” My sister Jeanie was baiting me. Again. Mealtimes were always tense and she reacted the way she always did, projecting onto the nearest target. Me. Five years old, ten less than her. The very bottom of the family pecking order. We were sitting at the table in th...
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