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Submitted to Contest #86
Tears Among Tulips By Cynthia Brennan “I cheated.” Greg said as they walked among the brightly colored flowers. Valerie wasn’t sure she had heard him correctly. She turned to look at him and asked him what he had said. “I said I cheated.” He repeated, looking desperately sad. Still unsure what he could be referring to, she steered them toward a park bench that had just become free. She didn’t want to believe that what he had said could mean what she was terrified it did....
Still Asleep By Cynthia Brennan Crystal waited with sick anticipation for the doctor to come. Filled with dread, her stomach felt as if she’d swallowed a stone. She had been through this before, but as she waited for the results this time, she was having a hard time staying calm. The stakes were so much higher than in the past. All that money she had piled up over the last few years would be of no help to her if things didn’t turn out the way she hoped they would. The only difference that being well off made now was...
Grace By Cynthia Brennan Grace walked in her garden for what was likely the last time. Sunflowers dipped and reached toward her for one final embrace. Hydrangeas in shades of pale blue and pink huddled close to comfort each other at the loss of their dear friend and caretaker. Bright red roses clung to their trestles for support. The usually happy-looking yellow and white daffodils drooped their heads in sadness. Grace was leaving her home of fifty five years today and mo...
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What Next? Cynthia Brennan Martin pursed his lips and tried again to coax the desired sound from his trumpet. It failed to cooperate for the nearly hundredth time. Oh, it was emitting a note, but it was certainly not the one he was hoping for. In fact, it was so far off key that it prompted his neighbor Larry to interrupt his nightly news program and come over to investigate. He rapped on the front door, but Martin couldn’t hear him over the racket. Larry waited for a pause and knocked again. The noise finally stopped, and he heard...
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