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Submitted to Contest #31
In spring I prepare the beds. I take the time to plan out my garden. Where each bed will go, the size and shape, which plants I will choose. I reflect on the days of childhood when the toy catalogue would come out before Christmas. Leafing through the colourful pages, circling desired items with a marker. But now instead of toys, it’s vegetables. Juicy red tomatoes, carrots that come in yellow, orange, and red. Luscious green snap peas. A variety of savoury herbs. My mouth waters. I am drawn to plants I know from my grandmother's garden...
Submitted to Contest #9
“Special delivery for you!”The secretary handed Meghan a bouquet of red roses. The cellophane crinkled, sending shock-waves across the office. Heads popped up over cubicles, searching for the lucky girl. Meghan found herself surrounded by a flock of envious women.“Thanks,” Meghan said, throwing the bouquet on her desk. The secretary gave her a disdainful look and walked away.“At least someone’s boyfriend remembered Valentine’s Day,” Brenda said. “Ugh, I hate being single,” Jane pouted from over the top of Meghan’s cubicle.“These days I’m luc...
Submitted to Contest #6
Mickey stopped counting how many days he had been on the road years ago. Time was no longer measured in days of the week, months, or even years. Instead, he measured the passage of time by the deepening of the wrinkles around eyes and the length of his hair. He didn’t know how long it’d been, but looking in the mirror, it seemed like a century. Gone was the wide-eyed youth who had set out on this journey, replaced by a grim specter. Soon he would have spent more years of his life on the road than not. The thought almost made Mickey laugh.He ...
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