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Weekly Contest #79
It should have been happy, shouldn't it? There should have been tears- tears of joy, I mean. Tears that blur your eyes while a beaming smile spreads across your face. Hiccups filled with regret and love all at once should have slipped through lips. And hugs too, I think. Yes, hugs. I remember from the thousands of plots I had read in preparation. Hand holdings should have been there too. So, why had mum and dad been so frigid? Why had there been an emptiness in dad's eyes when he looked at me? Where had the love been? The sparkling light of ...
Weekly Contest #75
That morning, I sat under the gradually lightening sky watching the rolling waves kiss the shoreline.I had always felt drawn to the water. It reminded me of myself. It was a cleanser, dissolving the dirt of hundreds of baths and washes. People feared it but came to it because they needed it. For the fault of being itself, it had been banished to isolation- away from the land; away from the sky and birds and trees; away from the people until they needed it.Unlike me however, it never gave up. As days turned into weeks and weeks into years and...
Weekly Contest #74
“Caroline, you promised!” Richard cried over the phone. “It’s New Year’s Eve after all. You are always wrapped up in your work. Can’t you just spare at least a few days for your family? ” The hurt and pain in his voice tore at my heart and if I could, I would have flown to him in that moment but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. “Richard, you don’t understand. I have to be here. I have to do this. I love you and the girls, but my clients need me.” “Even on New Year’s Eve?!” “I have to set up all the paperwork for the sales and it takes a...
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