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Submitted to Contest #289
It was time.That thought almost had Maisy throwing up. She’d been ignoring, protecting, fearing the damn stuff for a long time. It was time.But to do what with it. It had felt like an anchor around her leg for a long time. What made today, the day?The doorbell rang. Maisy’s body spasmed as the ringing sound jolted through her like a cattle prod. She pressed her hand to her chest, hoping to slow her galloping heart. The good news was that it must be in okay shape, she hadn’t keeled over. Yet. The doorbell rang again.“I hear you,” she mut...
Submitted to Contest #282
“I’m sorry, Betty Rose.” Her fingers curled into a fist, a weak one but still her nails were touching her palm. It took a lot of effort but it gave her a bit of solace as did the irony of it. A short hour ago—or was it longer?—she was able to clutch a knife that the devil himself wouldn’t have been able to pry from her hands. Her gaze lifted to look out the window at the vast whiteness. The white blanket of snow covered everything. Well, almost everything. The leafless, grey trees that dotted her yard and acted like a barrier to the horrors ...
Submitted to Contest #280
“Mom. Where in the heck did you put my spatula? You’d think this was your house by the way you rearrange everything to your liking. Mom?!”“You bellowed?”“Where have you been?”“Out celebrating. Where do you think?”“And what exactly are you celebrating?”“My fifty-ninth birthday of course.”“For the tenth—make that eleventh year in a row. I guess technically that would be twelve times you’ve celebrated that age. Which was also a week ago.”“So what? I like being fifty-nine, so that’s the number I’m sticking with.”“No matter how old you get? Okay....
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