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Jenna closed her eyes, inhaling the steam from coffee she had made for herself in the hotel room’s kitchenette. The early morning air of late winter calmed her senses when a light gust of dumpster smell reached her second-floor balcony and brought her back to reality. She lit her cigarette, exhaling in contemplation, calm before the storm of the busy day ahead.“I’m widowed,” she said aloud to herself, “Holy crap! I’m a widow.”Geez, try not to sound so happy about it, she chastised herself.Jenna’s husband died of a heart attack late afternoon...
Weekly Contest #363
The volunteer emergency services in Jenna’s semi-rural township took a while to arrive at her house as she expected but two cop cars showed up right away, strobe-lighting the neighborhood with sirens blazing. The light flurries of that afternoon settled into a depressing sleet as two state troopers arrived in separate cruisers, touching base for a moment before swiftly making their way to Jenna’s front door which she opened, standing back to let them in.“Good Evenin,’ Ma’am; we got a report about a medical emergency at this address?” one of ...
Weekly Contest #362
Valentine’s Day had come on a Sunday; Jenna heard sleet spitting at her kitchen window as she coarsely chopped onions and green peppers, adding them to the cubed chuck roast browning in her big sauce pot. She gave everything a stir after adding a big spoonful of minced garlic from the jar from the fridge; the aroma drew her husband to the kitchen.“Whatcha cookin’ Babe?” Frank drew up behind her to give Jenna a hug; she pulled away to put the minced garlic back in the fridge.“Thought I’d get a chili started for the race.” The Daytona 500 woul...
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