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Submitted to Contest #332
I stood in the front yard, hands on hips, staring at my house.“What the hell did you do?” I demanded of my son.“Well, that’s gratitude for you!” he fussed back. “I did exactly what you said. I painted the porch haint blue!”“That is NOT what I asked for,” I fumed back, bordering a full-on hissy fit. “I said paint the porch ceiling haint blue—not all the eaves and windows,” I sighed and pointed, “and the front door, too?”Noah looked at me like I had suddenly sprouted a third eye and rolled his own. “Mom!” he said plaintively. “You said yo...
Submitted to Contest #330
“Is this why you’ve been missing class?”The young man stood in the doorway, head hung low, shoulders a little drooped. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied politely.“Well, come on in then and tell me what’s going on.”He shuffled the two steps to the chair and took a seat. Back then, I was only an adjunct at the local community college which paid well, but not quite well enough for me to raise three boys by myself on the one salary. I had two other jobs. One was a Sunday morning church organist gig, and this one was as mental health counselor in the ...
Submitted to Contest #329
I think the saddest thing on God’s green earth is an abandoned cemetery. It ain’t got nobody to take care of it. The headstones get lost in the grass, and if’n you ain’t careful, you gonna wind up steppin’ on somebody’s bones!This poor old graveyard here is just a perfect example. It ain’t been tended to in about a hunnert years. There used to be a fence around it—just one of them low things that would hit you in the shins if you weren’t careful. I think it’s somewhere still in there, if it ain’t rusted back to nature! Watch where you step b...
Submitted to Contest #327
SNOWYThe boy lay stretched out on the small bridge, hanging over the edge, looking in the water. Beside him was a tote sack, wiggling as though alive. The creek flowing below was at high water, thanks to a late summer rain, but even that sound wasn’t enough to drown out the anxious meows of the kittens he had carried here in the sack. He was under orders from his grandfather to throw the sack in the creek, weighed down with a rock, to euthanize the kittens. “There isn’t enough for them to eat,” his grandpa said. “It would be cruel to ke...
Submitted to Contest #275
“Happy birthday, Sugar,” the man said.“Why, thank you darlin’,” the woman replied.The man bent his six-foot two frame to plant a quick kiss on the lips of his five-foot-eight wife. She accepted the kiss but then playfully slapped him on the upper arm.“You old fool,” she teased, “you always tryin’ to steal a kiss from me.”The man laughed heartily. “Woman, what you talkin’ ‘bout? I only been tryin’ to steal kisses from you since we was knee-high to a grasshopper!”She grinned, a wide broad grin that crinkled her eyes with joy.&nb...
Submitted to Contest #274
A friend of mine posted a picture on Facebook today. It was Long Hollow Stormwater Pond in Pensacola. It’s unusual in that it was built back in the 1940s as a pond to collect stormwater runoff, but it has since grown to the size of a small lake. Nobody really knows it’s back there and exactly who is supposed to make decisions about what happens to it, so it’s just staying a bit of a hidden gem. I remembered Long Hollow. About twenty years ago, I had just finished my graduate degree in Counseling and Psychology with the pl...
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