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Weekly Contest #360
I plop onto my couch and rest my fuzzy sock-clad feet on the coffee table, ready to sink into my perfect Friday night. I drape the freshly washed cashmere blanket over my legs and set my phone to Do Not Disturb. My daughter Ella is tucked into her bed for the night, and my husband Justin is holed up in his office upstairs. My first course for the evening, a family-sized bowl of buttered popcorn and a chilled glass of Sancerre, is on the side table and an ice cream sandwich is waiting for me in the freezer. It sounds simple, but thinking of t...
Tonight was spaghetti night, just like it was every Thursday in the Whelan home. It was kismet that my first dinner with the family featured my favorite entrée from childhood. I recently learned that Mrs. Whelan likes to keep the dinner schedule the same week to week. I shake my head, remembering that I’m not to call her Mrs. Whelan. When we met last week, she giggled after I addressed her with the formal title and insisted I call her Sydney. I need to remind myself of this before I started work. I wouldn’t want her to feel uncomfortable ar...
Shortlisted for Contest #358 ⭐️
“Did you see this week’s weather report, Don?”Don kept his head down as he wiped off the bar, knowing only one person in town would sound that chipper at the promise of freezing temperatures. He sighed and silently cursed winter for coming earlier every year.“I sure did, Ronnie.”Don looked up as Ronnie took his place atop a barstool with a schoolboy grin stretched across his chapped lips. Don placed Ronnie’s beer down in front of him and looked at the door, wishing for another patron to walk in and become the new target of Ronnie’s rantings....
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