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Weekly Contest #342
“Oh, what a glorious day,” she said with affirmation, with intent, with just enough enthusiasm for the surprise of a new beginning despite what living had done to her. Irma greeted the morning sun with arms stretched wide, sliding open the faded pink curtains, pausing in her gaze, the light illuminating her frail, ivory skin, wrinkled in time and stories. Standing in the doorway, I watched her like an audience member watching a soloist; she had that effect on people. “Good morning, Irma!” My voice sounded like a cheerleader against her smo...
Weekly Contest #341
Chaz asked if I was still writing. I lied and told him the short answer is “no.” No one wants to hear writing has become an exit door I can’t seem to open in real life. That answer is too heavy for a conversation starter at a breakfast table. “Nothing? Not even a journal entry?” hazel eyes on the horizon of a giant coffee mug, watching me for an answer. I looked out the window, holding my gaze and the thought of putting on sunglasses. Morning light was rude on such a blazing hot day. Damn this headache. Holding it like a priest holds a com...
Weekly Contest #308
Tunnel VisionBy Ellen McGuire “Claire, let’s go for a drive,” David was looking out our kitchen window facing the bay. It was another gray day of dense marine layer, and both he and I were ready for some sunshine. It was summer, which meant our coastal village of Pogonip was wearing its name well: The Shoshone’s word for fog. I joined him at the window, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Yes, let’s do it; it’s a perfect day for a drive out of town,” looking him in the eyes to validate his proposal. We were usually busy multi-tasking the day ...
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