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Weekly Contest #367
“It’s Friday night, Jack; you need your favorite ice cream.” “But I don’t.” Smiling, I run my fingers through her soft hair. “Yes, you do. Let’s go to the shop down the street,” she insists. Audrey is always thinking about others. The store ran out of my favorite flavor, but she thinks I can’t go without it. She smiles at me when she sees they have it—mint chocolate chip. They scoop the ice cream. I think she’s happier than I am. While we eat, I listen to her talk. All I see is her in her wedding gown last week. She took my last name and mad...
Weekly Contest #366
I should have known better. I had gotten too involved. Too close. I was a cop, and that was not part of my job. But he had watched me take his mother away. I didn't just take his mother away. His dad had died a few years back from a drug overdose. Everyone in town knew it. She was all he had left. While I clasped the metal handcuffs around her wrists and guided her head into my car, he stood silently crying in the front yard with a scuffed-up baseball bat hanging from his hand. By the time I had her secured in my car, his tears had st...
No one prepares you for this. Every minute, every second of my day, I wonder when the other shoe will drop. They say motherhood is the hardest job there is, but this isn’t hard. This is a nightmare. This is forever. This is…sickle cell disease. Every day starts the same. In the early morning, my oldest, Olivia, stands on the street corner waiting for the bus. Mia, seven days old, is in my arms as I wave her off to school. “Have a good day. I love you.” I shout as Olivia climbs the steps. I keep my gaze on her, hoping she doesn’t fall. Standi...
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