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Submitted to Contest #64
The first thing that I recall when I think about the boarding school is that I had no memory of arriving there. I awoke, as if from a dream, to find myself standing completely alone on the vast stone steps leading up to the heavy wooden double doors. A vague memory of Papa yelling something at me faded to the back of my mind, and was gone before I could really grasp it. From where I stood at that moment, I could see directly below me, a rose garden. Roses of all colours seemed to be in bloom, and the path between the beds lead to a lake. Bey...
Submitted to Contest #56
Slowly, I peel my eyelids open. What’s that noise? What time is it? The room is dark. My husband stirs next to me. I feel for my phone, lodged under my pillow. It’s 3:00am. The noise is my phone, an alarm telling me it’s time to wake up our newborn son, and feed him. “Never wake a baby to feed him” is a line I’ve heard many times. Our tiny baby boy is five days old, and jaundice. We brought him home from the hospital yesterday, and he doesn’t wake himself for feeds. I nudge my husband. “It’s that time.” I say, and pull myself up. He gets up ...
Submitted to Contest #52
“What time is it?” Mark asked nervously, getting up from his seat and walking over to the window to look out into the car park. Jeremy wouldn’t have minded, if this wasn’t the tenth time he had done it in the past fifteen minutes. His grey suit was going to crease at this rate. “Eleven thirty.” Jeremy said, barely even checking his watch, having answered this question every five minutes or so since picking Mark up first thing that morning, and driving to the hotel. “Forty-five minutes to go. Forty five minutes. It’s getting busy out there.” ...
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