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Submitted to Contest #81
The recollection of her along with all other fond memories of my youth had yet to slip my mind. My son-in-law sent me to an old-people home to die but it’s not like I even remember where I am half the time. I know that this isn't his fault that's for sure; I'm old and that's the course life takes. What really hurt was leaving the house that both my wife and I dreamed of, worked towards, raised children in, fixed random doorknobs in, and slept together in. Yes, I remember like it was yesterday riding my blue Gios bike and Jane’s red De R...
Submitted to Contest #78
“Alright, let's start from the beginning,” said the counselor. He was a young man, no older than 30 from the looks of it. His black hair slicked back made him look like he could be part of Grease, and his physique was well to carry him a mile or two. His voice was reassuring in a caring yet serious tone when he asked us how this all started. I observed this while sitting on the far end of the black leather couch. On the other side a good three feet away was my husband, James. “Jane, I know you have been partaking in m...
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