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Submitted to Contest #55
It was a bleak September day, and Sharon returned from an appointment with her physician in a melancholy mood. She had been vomiting after dinner most nights of the week and sometimes at work too. Stress, probably, but the couple thought it best that she be checked out as a precaution. “They did a biopsy and ran some tests.” She stared blankly at a glass of wine, “Dr. Dowell thinks it might be cancer.” Matthew said nothing, as was his way. He stood, pushing his meatloaf away, walked to her, and wrapped her head and should...
Submitted to Contest #54
Eight years ago I had an accident. I still feel the rain in my hair when I think about it, see the droplets sparkling in my headlights, hear my car horn blaring from the ditch. Damp pine needles squished silently under my hands as I dragged myself from underneath the Ford Focus. Using the car’s hood and the tree it rested on for leverage, I pulled myself to my feet. Rough bark scraped my skin, and hot metal under my hand contrasted the cool drizzle on my face. The sweet scent of rain-soaked earth was tainted by ...
Submitted to Contest #53
Hot air filled her lungs, suffocating and scorching her from the inside out. It was always hot those days, and it had been hot decades longer than her seven-year-old son could remember. It was getting worse, no denying it. She only ventured out when there was no other choice, and only in the early parts of the day. Water was the main concern--the well could only be reached in the early morning or middle of the night when the sun gave slight reprieve. She always went in the morning, though, when the lines were sh...
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