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Submitted to Contest #77
Alice looked out the front bay window at the snowflakes coming down from the overcast skies. She was huddled in the window’s nook with a mug of hot cocoa, the steam fogging up her glasses as she placed it closer to her lips. Her eyes looked longingly at the frozen lake across her home. As was usual during the later afternoon it was filled with skaters. There was a potpourri of people gliding along--- families struggling to keep the young ones afloat, couples with arms linked sauntering on the ice and agile teens zipping around with th...
Submitted to Contest #76
Beth dragged the bulging bag outside enraged. You would think after 20 years of marriage her husband would get the hint about his responsibilities around the home. You would think that friendly reminders would do the trick. You would think that circling the days of garbage pick up on the fridge calendar would jog his memory. Well, think again. “He’s just so dense.” Beth muttered to herself when all the recycling and garbage was neatly put to the curb. She slammed the front door behind her and stalked into the brightly lit ki...
Submitted to Contest #75
“Sir, would you like sugar or milk with that?” A simple question, I should know the answer to this one. But I don’t. I can’t remember if I like sugar or milk with my coffee. The barista gives me a quizzical look as I realize the lapse of time between my response to hers has been rather long for something so mundane. So, I guess. “Both, please.” I hope I’m right. I step out of the que and sit on one of the brown bar stools by the open window while I wait. I look around the quaint coffee shop as my mind wanders back...
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