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Weekly Contest #354
Every Day, Take a Shower “This is what I insist you do. Every day you must get up and take a shower.” Natalie’s voice had gone from the caring tone of a daughter to the professional, soft but officious tone of a therapist communicating specific instructions, except Natalie wasn’t a therapist. Far from it, in fact. She could hear her mother’s response, a deep breathy sound of exasperation that indicated agreement.So, according to the instructions, every morning, no matter what, Natalie’s mother arose from bed to take a shower and get dresse...
Weekly Contest #189
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. As it is accumulating as quickly as predicted, I am brought back to my childhood. For any ten-year old raised before the age of internet and social media, an abundant snowfall was a winning lottery ticket. It meant a full day off from school. It meant a day of outdoor fun with siblings and friends. It meant building snow men and snow forts. It meant snowball fights. It meant Gran preparing steaming mugs of hot chocolate with...
Weekly Contest #187
He is a gray-black tabby with no remarkable features to set him apart from any other tabbies. He is plump, squat and somehow makes me think of a tank. His eyes are lackluster. He does not appear mangy. He looks clean. He is a stray cat. I spot him at the foot of the steps to my back porch this late summer afternoon. My hands hold two heavy sacks of groceries which I nearly drop at the unexpected sight of him. In fact, it takes me a moment to even register that this furry, whining thing is a cat. ...
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