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Weekly Contest #374
Traffic is light this bright Saturday morning as Becca Bodichenko drives to the nursing home where her mother now lives. It still feels weird to be coming here, instead of to Mama's house, the house Becca grew up in, with her sister, briefly, and slightly more so, her brother, the place she moved out of when Dad was still alive. The place she's cleaning up to get ready to sell. Life moves on, doesn't it? Whether you're ready for it or not. Mama has dementia. Becca can hardly believe it. Her mind has always been so sharp. But over the last ...
Weekly Contest #372
Sensitive content: cancer, period Becca Bodichenko blinked awake from a sound sleep. Something had jolted her from her slumber, though she couldn't in this moment say what. She blinked at her bedside clock and sighed. 3:25. She was wide awake now. The only way she'd close her eyes again was if she did it manually. So sleep was not an option. But neither was getting up; that would wake Alexander, her husband, and he was having nearly as much trouble sleeping as she was. Damn! She hated this. Hated that her fear had infected him, too. But ...
Weekly Contest #371
"Night Dave!" "See ya Frank!" Clank. Boom. Gaia gave it five minutes after the outside door closed before slowly extricating herself from the science lab's supply cupboard. Man! It was stuffy in there! Shouldering her backpack, she opened the door, looking carefully up and down the hallway, just in case there was anyone left in the school. It was well after-hours, though. There was no one in sight. Making her way to the library, Gaia was looking forward to finding a good book, without her mother suggesting something more enriching, her ...
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