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Submitted to Contest #290
I jolt slightly as my foot slips on the brake, bringing the car to an abrupt stop. My wedding band bounces across my vision, demanding my attention like a child on a swing. I snatch it from the string. I shouldn’t be angry; I hung it from the mirror for exactly this reason. The last thing I wanted was to forget to put it back on when I got home. Bloody hell, what was I thinking? I flick the car to neutral and pull the handbrake up, hearing the telltale clicks of letting my thumb off the button too soon. Engine off. I slip the ring onto my fi...
Submitted to Contest #218
My favourite strawberries are the ones I get to taste three times, which is even more than those who can feast with their eyes. My first taste is when I walk into the market, the wonderful fresh aroma has been growing for some time, calling to me from across the city. So eager for the delicious fruit I always bump into the stall. The strawberry farmer gives his usual laugh “I should start putting a cushion there for you.” He never does. I laugh and he hands over the delicately wrapped and precious cargo. Our little dance, I reach forward and...
Submitted to Contest #205
Tradition gives our ancestors a vote, that is what they told us. My mother had a different saying though; tradition is following a dead dictator – surely this is the truth. The elders, those sordid tradition lovers, ritual-philes, they held our beautiful town hostage for generations. Only through strength of spirit and unrelenting perseverance did we break the shackles of oppression and free ourselves. Of course, these things that I speak of are almost fifty years old and were it not for my resolve I might have forgotten too. I see confusi...
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