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Submitted to Contest #156
Carol sat across from her friend, Samuel, tapping her foot and humming a careless tune. She wanted just to talk to her friend about something important, but her courage was failing her this evening. So she decided to let the moment come by itself. As she let her mind wander, she was taken back to the time when she was fifteen and Samuel thirteen when his grandmother had just died. The family needed to clear out her house, which turned out to be quite a massive task considering how big it was. Samuel’s father and four brothers had all...
Chapter OneUncomfortable ConversationsGoldie reeled over amid the stacks of Christmas letters. She pressed a hand to her stomach, and used the other to steady herself against one of the shelves. The whole world swirled and the perspiration ran down her face.Then she felt a kick.It was very feeble, it really couldn’t have hurt but… there it was again. The unformed foot of her child speaking out its presence. She ran her hand up and down her flat stomach, searching for some kind of bump. She had noticed some differences. Loss of appetite, weak...
Submitted to Contest #121
Mark looked down at the steaming bowl of mashed potato looking back up at him. He poked his fork in and out of it a few times, considering its texture. "Nanny, I'd say this part is done!" He called into the next room. His Grandmother was rummaging through cupboards for her casserole dish, which seemed to have buried itself quite well. "Oh where has that dish lost itself this time?" He heard her mutter to herself as she moved across to the next press. The dishwasher beeped to notify him it had finished its chores. So Mark opened it ...
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