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Submitted to Contest #197
It had been precisely 637 days since Norah Dunlap had set foot in a hospital. She had never intended to return to any hospital, especially not this one, for the rest of her life - however short that life was meant to be. And yet here she was, shivering from the slicing autumn breeze, the anxiety coursing through her blood like the distant echoes of chemo or a combination of the two. “Can I help you with something?” A voice thrummed somewhere in the ether, landing Norah back into her body. Norah inhaled, said a quick prayer to whate...
Submitted to Contest #3
“Ladies and gentleman, please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts, as the captain has put on the safety belt sign. We are experiencing slight turbulence”. I could barely make out the overly-peppy southern stewardess’ prickly voice over my music. Then a face appeared next to mine. Her scent of lilac choked me… did she shower in cheap perfume this morning? “Sweetie, you’re going to have to fasten that seat belt there. I don’t know if ya heard, but we’re experiencing slight turbulence”. ‘That’s one way to put it’, I remarked. “If by...
Submitted to Contest #2
Trapped. Never had she understood the word so vividly. Is this what her heart felt like, stuck within the walls of her own chest? Often she would hear his knock on the door… hear his long strides pacing on her front porch. Back and forth. What did he think about as he paced? What did he want from her? At first, his visits were rare. He knocked on her door once every few weeks… then once a week… once a week turned into twice a week… then a daily visit. Until eventually she felt trapped within her own home—a prisoner to this uninvited, unknown...
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