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Submitted to Contest #149
Tawney wiped at the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead with an equally moist arm and snatched another plastic cup from the counter. It was muggy--the kind of day that could break out in sunshine or storm, depending on the overall mood--and she was grateful for the tent that, at the very least, kept her fair skin from burning to a crisp. She pulled the handle of the tap, carefully tilting the cup to avoid excessive foam, then slid the beer across the bar to a young blonde woman. The woman giggled and thanked her before flipping her long,...
Submitted to Contest #143
“I’m telling you, it was awful!” “Come on, sis. It was a camping trip with your boyfriend. Sleeping under the stars, cuddled up in a sleeping bag–that’s romantic. How bad could it possibly have been?” She transferred the baby from her hip to his highchair as she asked. “Oh ho ho! You have no freaking idea! Let me paint you a picture…” # The couple arrived at the site just after noon. The trees offered welcome shade from the blazing sun above, and a refreshing breeze blew over the lake toward them. They could see the water through a gap in...
Submitted to Contest #136
It had been several hours, and the room was beginning to look a little like a landfill. Lucille pulled another dress from the back of her closet. She examined the garment closely, not even recognizing it, until the memory suddenly came back to her. It had been five years ago; she’d found the thing on sale at J.C. Penny’s and convinced herself that she would wear it to an interview or a funeral. She’d never worn it. In fact--she reached in through the small neckline opening--yes, the tag was still on it. She tossed it onto the top of the ever...
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