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Weekly Contest #196
It’s a month before Marcie and Karl’s 40th wedding anniversary, and Marcie has been planning this trip for a year. She has danced through the past 90 days with glee, like a 16-year-old with a new car. Because Marcie loves planning events, and she has worked tirelessly through every detail, and every family member’s schedule, she is confident that Mary Poppins, herself, would proclaim this itinerary “practically perfect in every way.” Marcie is getting a facetime call from her daughter Victoria. “Hello sugar!” “Hi Mom! Little Emma wants to ...
Weekly Contest #195
Janie July 20, 1983 I pulled in the drive to my little summer cottage at the shore which, I shared with 4 classmates. It was 8:30 am, but I leaned on the horn of my '78 Honda Civic, not to announce my arrival, but to announce something big. One by one, four weary coeds staggered out to the porch in pajamas and oversized sleep shirts. My roommates for the summer; sweet Becky; what you see is what you get, kind, hard-working, waitressed in her parents’ restaurant and now at the shore for a summer away before graduation. Her boyfriend Peter...
Weekly Contest #194
I’ll eat my hat! My mother exclaimed, “I’ll eat my hat if that man shows up while I can still answer the door without a walker!” My fiancé looked as if he were trying to decipher a foreign language. Apparently, residents of the Philadelphia main line do not use such idioms. In a span of two seconds, I observed Jack’s perplexed facial expression failing to obscure his mental visual of my mother pulling out a fork and knife and cutting into her smart navy-blue derby she had just worn to church. But there would be time later to explain this a...
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