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Weekly Contest #313
The gravel under her feet crunched and ground against her shoes as the heavy set woman turned and sat down heavily on the bench. It had felt like an eternity since she had last been able to sit like this, and she gratefully relaxed the muscles in her backside onto the steel slats. The bench was not exactly an architectural marvel, but it served its purpose, perched in the one spot that had a real view. Aurelie closed her eyes for a moment and turned her face up towards the sun, enjoying the warmth of its rays as a few scattered clouds floate...
Weekly Contest #310
When I wrote it I didn't ever intend to share it. My therapist had suggested that I use my love of writing to put into words everything that had led to this point, all that we had worked through in our sessions. But it was not intended for anyone else's consumption.We all have skeletons in our closet, things that are better left unexplored or said except in the privacy of our own minds or in the safety of a psychotherapists office. I had been attending therapy sessions for about a year with a wonderful therapist, Imelda. She was a great fit ...
Weekly Contest #309
The tea flowed into the cup, orange-brown and steaming, as the bell at the door of the gallery chimed. She looked up, surprise colouring her expression, it was late in the day and if she was honest, no one ever came in anyway. This place was her pipe dream; a tiny gallery of her work arranged in an oddly shaped commercial space that no one else would rent. It cost little, the stairs that went no where but filled half the width of the room may have had something to do with it.A man, smartly dressed in a white shirt and dark slacks, with a jac...
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