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Weekly Contest #299
Make the Bed I read somewhere once that if everything’s falling apart, if you’re feeling anxious or overwhelmed, you should try to avoid creating long To-Do lists. Instead, you should focus on one small task. Something simple, like flossing your teeth, putting out the recycles, or making your bed. The trick here is not to do one thing and then say, “Okay, the recycles are in the garage, but I’ve always wanted to reorganize the garage shelving unit,” so you decide to do it, and mid-way through that chore, you find your old family albums,...
Weekly Contest #253
* Content Warning: Terminal Disease Discussion TIME OUT I don’t want to be strong today. Today, I want to drink wine before five, not eat a healthy dinner, and not complete my evening workout, the one I do religiously because healthy living, the podcasts tell me, is life-elongating.But not for him. Although he exercises daily, his life expectancy hasn’t elongated; it's diminished. Today, after hearing his news, I offered my strength, offered him my support, and said all the things one’s supposed to say in these situations. You’re going to ...
Shortlisted for Contest #135 ⭐️
BACKPEDAL I hoist the bag over my shoulder, like some kind of ersatz Santa, but instead of delivering toys to tots, I’m bearing gently used wardrobe items to those in need. I was once them. One in need of salvation. 1992. There’s deadness in his eyes when he strikes me. Like those fish you see lined up in rows, packed on beds of ice at crowded markets. I don’t recognize him when he looks this way. My brain screams, get up, get out, get away, but my body is paralyzed on the kitchen linoleum, the sting of his slap a warm tingle on my cheek....
Shortlisted for Contest #112 ⭐️
GIRL YOU WANT I met the girl of my dreams last week. I was away at college in Pennsylvania, attending my residency, a ten day reprieve from the Florida heat, my husband, and my kids. The first time I saw her, she was chatting on her cell phone in the restroom. I caught her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She didn’t seem to notice or was too wrapped up in her conversation to wave back. No matter, I thought. I was busy, myself. The next time I saw her, she was in class, reading aloud a rough draft of our latest assignment. The piec...
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