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Weekly Contest #342
Deep breath. You’ve got this. It’s been ten years since graduation and everyone is on the other side of that door, older, some mature, some the same as they always have been. I like to think I’ve changed. I walk in and there’s a table at the entrance. Senior pictures on name tags. I find mine, seventeen, a corny beach picture and clip it to my dress. It’s so loud. 2000s music pours through the speakers. There’s a bar. Relief. A beer will help. I order my favorite drink, surprised to see it on draft. I take a sip and scan the room for a f...
Weekly Contest #341
A year has passed, but losing Rob still sits heavy in my chest. When I look at the kids, I see him there, his smile, his eyes, small pieces of him moving through the world without him. Being back in our hometown with his family is both heavy and grounding at the same time. I feel safest with those that loved him first. I don’t have to explain how I’m feeling because they already know. The cousins are playing, laughter spilling out of them in a way that I haven't seen in a year. I hear whispers. They’re all beaming. They drift to Julie, tal...
Weekly Contest #339
“Samantha Whitmore,” I hear the nurse call. I look over at Chase. “Let’s go.” Chase puts away his laptop, always working on something, to be a better person than he was yesterday. He takes my hand as we follow the nurse down the hall. I already know the routine, I’m here every six months. “We’re going to take your vitals,” she says, as we stop at the vital station. “We also need a urine sample,” Cami, the nurse, tells me. I put on the thin gown, Chase ties it at the top in the back. I’m thankful to get to keep my pants and bra on. It doe...
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