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Submitted to Contest #32
The first time my sister Jennifer visited me after dying in a traffic accident was on an otherwise ordinary Wednesday evening. I was on the couch, watching Baking With Ancestors.Shut up, I like the show.It’s fun to watch contestants seek cooking tips from their dead grandmas and what not. My only complaint is that you can’t see other people’s ghosts; you never know if they’re actually talking to dead relatives or nobody at all and are just a bit kooky. What if they’re getting advice from the ghost of a professional chef? That has got to be c...
Submitted to Contest #31
Yara sinks her hands into the icy water and immediately withdraws them as her veins constrict. Slowly now; don’t rush it. She clenches her jaw and tries again, this time lowering the tips of her fingers in first and only then letting the rest of her hands follow.Careful not to damage the fragile fabric, Yara picks up a few soaked items of clothing. Now on to scrub away the worst stains. She can’t hope to ever get the clothes fully clean; the water’s already been used by three other families and is filled with specks of dirt and loose blades ...
Submitted to Contest #30
“More wine?”Julie nods. I head to the kitchen with the empty dessert plates. I uncork another bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and smile. We’ve gone through an entire meal without arguing.I return to the living room to refill our glasses. As I lean over to pour the wine, I place my hand on Julie’s shoulder. She squeezes it gently. There are hopes for a thaw.Just as I sit down, my phone rings. I check the number. My face must be a tell, because Julie immediately slumps in her seat and starts shaking her head. “No,” she mouths.I answer the call.Ju...
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