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Submitted to Contest #218
The moment Dean pulled off the Route 66 highway and stepped through the door of Mama Nell’s Diner, the smell of homemade boysenberry jam hit him like a willow switch across the face. The air was thick with bacon grease, coating his skin and clogging his arteries before he’d even taken a bite. Familiarity poked at his brain. He stumbled forward, tripping over his own feet and nearly taking out his wife as he peered around, searching for the pot of boiling berries, searching for Mama Nell. “Dean, what on Earth are you doin’?” his wife, Rach...
Submitted to Contest #205
Two people are living in your home now. They stand by the windows in the front room, heads thrown back, shoulders shaking with laughter. I feel awkward, sitting here in my car in the dark, watching them like I’m some sort of creep. But since you’re gone, I don’t know what else to do. They moved into it about a month after hospice carried you out on a gurney. To them, the apartment was a clean start, a new beginning—just as it was for you when you scrawled your name on the contract two years earlier. It was the first place you had to yours...
Submitted to Contest #101
It's quiet. No, not exactly. There's sound, faint— a distant chorus vibrating from the trees outside my window where the katydid's quaver: katy katy did, katy katy didn't. katy katy did, katy katy didn't. It's an endless cry that I easily close my eyes to, nothing like the cry of a newborn, the newborn sleeping, finally, in the bassinet next to me. The thought of his cry jolts me and I sit up. Is he breathing? I stare at him: his chest, his ribs, waiting, watching, counting my own heartbeats until wait— I shuffle ...
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