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Submitted to Contest #203
The phone alarm startles me awake. I still haven't found time to change the alarm volume so it doesn't give me a heart attack. Every. Single. Morning.I fumble to turn it off and slide out of bed, quietly, trying not to wake Sam this early. He's still getting over the flu and might be able to go back to work today. He needs all the rest he can get. I know he's not ready to go back; he's been so sick. I feel guilty for hoping he can go back so we can afford rent this month.I wrap my blanket around me and creep to the bathroom. Standing in fron...
Submitted to Contest #102
I was eight years old when we moved into the old, Red Adam’s store. People in town called it that, but it wasn’t a store anymore. According to my mom, it hadn't been used as a grocery store for probably 30 years. I didn’t think it looked much like a store at all, just a little run-down house. The squat, wooden house faced a two lane highway with no neighbors for miles. Tall trees surrounded the little old house in every direction. Flaky yellowed paint peeled from the exterior walls revealing grayed wood underneath and you could see the...
Submitted to Contest #100
Sam stands at the end of the front pew at her Dad’s funeral. How did she get stuck here? A line of random faces forms in front of her as people make their way to the exit. One by one they hug her. She might collapse. She’s the only real family her Dad has left, but she’s amazed by the number of people here. You must be his daughter, says a lady with puffy white hair. Oh, he just loved you so much. The lady pats her on the shoulder as if the say it’s going to be ok. In the blur of faces shaking her hand, holding it for too long, and saying ho...
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