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Submitted to Contest #104
Thirty seconds until the bell rings. Just one more period. I can do this. I give myself the once-over in the bathroom mirror and head back down the hall. All around me, students are rushing to beat the bell. I walk slowly, enjoying the last few seconds of solitude before I enter my room. Once I cross this threshold, I am Miss. Ka'eo. And like my namesake suggests, I am strong. At least, I pretend to be in front of my students. I can hear the soft murmur of my tenth-graders in the classroom. They know at any moment, I will pop through t...
Submitted to Contest #103
At the end of the road, Where the sky turns blue, That’s where I’ll be, Smiling at you It must have been the one-hundredth time Thaddeus read his wife’s delicate scribble on the back of the photograph. Well, late wife now. Thaddeus swallowed hard. It had only been one week, and he still wasn’t used to referring to her as his late wife. He gently turned the photograph over to reveal Daisy’s beautiful smile beaming back at him. It was his favorite photo of her. She was sitting near their favorite creek, perched on a giant rock under the...
Submitted to Contest #89
“So, you better load up on sunscreen because this weekend is going to be a scorcher. Back to you, Alan.” I flashed my best “I’m a meteorologist, and I’m sorry if my predictions are wrong” smile at the camera. The operator, Tommie, held up his hand to let me know the shot was over. My smile immediately dropped, and my shoulders relaxed. Sally, the station’s sound technician, came over to unclip my microphone. “Big plans this weekend?” She asked. Sally was in her mid-40s and had been in the industry for nearly 20 years. Her short and spiky ...
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