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Weekly Contest #278
Fractured family ties She pushed her toque back on her head. The knit cap was slightly too big for her small head. It had belonged to her father. He had died the previous fall and she missed him. Wearing it gave her a sense of connection to him. She didn’t care that it often fell over her eyes. The sixth-month anniversary of his death was bringing with it all the sad memories she’d tried so hard to bury. The funeral had been a farce with her dad’s sister causing a scene that later snowballed into an estrangement that had yet to be heale...
Weekly Contest #249
LOST!She had driven the route back and forth the hospital many times but this time she was distracted by worry – this was her father’s third heart attack! Her sister sat in the front seat beside her and the two women chatted nonstop as they drove through the rural countryside.Anna’s fingers frequently drummed on the steering wheel as she drove.“Liz, do you think we can convince Dad to move in with one of us? Since Mom died it’s such a terrible worry,” Anna said, glancing quickly at her sister. The car lurched. Forced to press the brakes, har...
Weekly Contest #244
Picturing a gentle soulIt showed up on Facebook, that picture of me and my brother, Chris. A family member had posted it. I had never seen it before. Yet, I was told I’d taken it. It was taken soon after our mother died. Now, he too is gone. His life stolen by an impaired driver as he was driving home from work. The photo was both a comfort and a stab in the heart. In it he’s smiling despite the grief he carried. I remember that day, but not the photo. He was going through a separation from his wife of eight years, amplifying his heartache. ...
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