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Submitted to Contest #331
The package arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in brown butcher paper and too much tape. His mother-in-law's handwriting sprawled across the label like she'd written it in a moving car. Without much thought, David brought it in from the porch and set it on the kitchen table. It's from Mom," Karen said, already reaching for the scissors. "She told me she was sending something for Ollie's birthday." She had that softness in her voice she always got when talking about her mother, three states away and close enough to miss, far enough to rarely visit...
Submitted to Contest #330
Content Warning: Domestic violence; child endangerment; threats of self-harm; mental health crises; emotional trauma and burnout; implied violence. "911, what is the location of your emergency?"Steven's fingers rested on the keyboard, ready to search for addresses and cross streets. The overhead lights were far too bright and gave everything a sick washed-out feel. There was no feeling of time cycle as the brick building hid any hint of the outside. Not that it would matter.Midnight looked much the same as five AM.Steven pulled the earpiec...
Shortlisted for Contest #329 ⭐️
The Retirement Plan "This one's you grandpa!" James felt the warmth bloom in his chest as his grandson held up the drawing. A lopsided house with a crooked sun. Two stick figures, one with black and white hair, holding hands. "It's you, Grandpa," Eli said, pointing to the tallest figure. "And there's me."Pride. Joy. Love. The emotions swelled together, golden and full. James' hand moved to his phone before he'd consciously decided. Muscle memory. He opened the app, logged the feelings: Pride (child-related), Joy (familial), Love (grandchild)...
Submitted to Contest #328
I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING Kyle kept his phone pressed to his ear, weaving through the afternoon sidewalk traffic. Spring had finally arrived in the city. Warm sun. Cherry blossoms starting to bloom along Bridge Street. He was supposed to be in a meeting right now, but screw it. Izzy's birthday was tomorrow and he'd convinced her to ditch work as well and join him for lunch at that Italian place she'd been talking about for weeks. Two blocks ahead, he spotted her waiting at the crosswalk. Phone to her own ear, that familiar tilt to her hea...
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