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Weekly Contest #105
It was more than a farmer’s market, though that’s the name that had taken root. It began years ago when a few local farmers parked their trucks, tailgates down with baskets of vegetables in the back, in the local veterans’ park, in hopes of making a few dollars, but mostly to catch up on local gossip and compare the size of this week’s tomatoes. Justine had been a regular since the booths with tents were erected and the foot traffic began to grow. She was the pie maker and it was no secret that her apple, ginger, cinnamon pie was the reas...
Weekly Contest #100
Grandma always said her secret ingredient was hiding in her recipe box, but I never saw it. Her box was a perfect cube with a gold latch on the front. Mostly orange, yellow and green, it showed a woman smiling down at a bowl in her arms while she stirred with a wooden spoon. Grandma said she was smiling because she knew the secret ingredient, but she was sworn to secrecy never to tell a soul. Just being in her kitchen was a treat for me in my younger years, but peeking in that box whenever grandma wasn’t looking was my little secret. I was...
Weekly Contest #98
The gravel crunches under her boots and with every step the basket she carries gets heavier. This burden is not the only one weighing her down. She can feel the muscles in her forearms crying out for reprieve, but she keeps going. It isn’t until a big rock she can’t see for the basket, that she stumbles and clothes go flying, along with the laundry soap. “Shit!” she says, and catches herself from scraping up her knees by landing on the basket. Someone probably saw that and had a good laugh. Brushing off her hands, she rolls to a sitting po...
Weekly Contest #92
His heart was broken walking out on the kids like that. He tossed the olive green duffel bag in the trunk but did not yet close it. Standing there with his hands resting on the trunk edge, head hanging low, his eyes were closed. He was aware that when he shut the trunk he would see his children staring at him through the front room window with the same tear-streaked faces he saw just a few moments ago as he closed the front door. He couldn’t face it again. He knew he’d either break like shattered glass or run in for one more hug, to say he w...
Weekly Contest #87
Another year had passed since that fated day. Had it really been a year already? It was no joke when people said, “as you get older, the days seem to drag but the years fly by.” As she pulled herself out of bed, throwing the faded quilt to the other side and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she was feeling an equal mix of happiness and trepidation. Would the day bring celebration or unwelcome surprises? As a child Laura recalled this day with fondness as all children do. And as every adult learns in their own time, the day brings mixed emo...
Weekly Contest #85
A fine layer of dust sat upon the angel’s shoulders and halo. The tiny pink flower held between her praying hands was nearly indistinguishable under that same gray, but her cheeky smile and playful shrugging shoulders made him grin. She didn’t get here by accident. This area of the library was not often visited as it held aged children’s books, which had been donated by a local author, and as every lover a books knows, you can’t just throw a book in the garbage when no one wants to read it anymore. You must love and care for it as you woul...
Weekly Contest #83
“Can you tell me what time it is?” she asked a red-headed stranger who was leaning on a square post, waiting just like herself. It felt a bit dangerous, but she’d left her iPhone and Fitbit at home in a moment of clarity. Craziness others might call it. She’d packed her iPad just in case, and she had thought this through, it would serve her purpose of helping her find her way if needed, but then she could only speak to others through email. No instant messages to see popping up on a screen that just can’t be ignored. No phone calls she’d fee...
Weekly Contest #81
The biggest obstacle of the evening was going to be getting rid of his parents for a few hours, especially with all their questions. Josh wasn’t ready to share the romantic date he was planning, or even that there was in which he was interested. And besides, he was 34. He didn’t have to answer to them any longer about his personal life. It’s just that he was still living in his parents’ house and they still thought of him at times as a teenage kid.” Where are you going? What time will you be home? Who will you be with?” He was just waiting f...
Weekly Contest #77
White. That's all she can see. Well, and maybe a little bit of light trying to get through. There's snow in her shoes and her feet are beginning to freeze. The car is at least started and the warm air hits her face and wet feet, but she realizes fast that she's not going anywhere. The clock on the dash says 3:14, which means she's been rocking the car back and forth for at least 10 minutes, and she's auto genius, but this seems like a no-brainer. Hands at 2 and 10, Callie leans forward and smacks her head on the steering wheel a little har...
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