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Submitted to Contest #291
MY INHERITANCE A Short Story by Debra Birdwell Winkler I was fourteen when my grandfather died. As a child while the other kids would run and play outside, I would sit and listen to my grandpa’s stories of his escapades in Europe during the last months of World War II. One story was how, in France, his team had orders to join a squad and were given a map to show where to go. The map was in French, and no one could read it, but through deduction, they headed out. Later, they heard gunfire to their right. He led his men through the forest, a...
Submitted to Contest #120
Rose-Colored Memory By Debra Birdwell Winkler When I received the invitation for our 20-Year High School Class Reunion, I was skeptical. I hadn’t made it to our 10th year because my husband was in the hospital having been diagnosed with cancer. I was going to pass on this reunion, but my daughter convinced me that seeing old classmates might be fun. I thought about it and decided it might be a breath of fresh air for me, especially if the boy I loved all through high school was there. He probably wouldn’t remember me. Then, I don’t think h...
Submitted to Contest #117
A MURDER OF CROWS by Debra Birdwell Winkler The morning was bright and sunny, an unusually warm day for Halloween. I was on the way to work in a long, white sparkly dress, carrying a crown to match, when two children called me a princess. I smiled and waved as I left the bus. Halloween was too dark and dreary for me. But it was my birthday, so I always dressed as a happy character rather than a witch or goblin. This was a joyful day and not an evil one, for me. I was still unmarried which my grandmother considered a travesty. After numerou...
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