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Weekly Contest #356
"I promise, I'll take care of you," These are the words that played in my head as my suitcase got loaded into the car. As the box, labeled Lindsay's Things, which was stuffed with a decade worth of research and publications, was haphazardly loaded into the trunk as an afterthought. "You'll never need to work again." The promise swirls in my brain as I lay in bed, hours after he has gone to sleep. We've been at our new house for a month now, and each day has ended like this one: him, snoring softly beside me, after a rewarding day at work, ...
Weekly Contest #277
The woods got lonely in the winter. The tree branches, usually dripping with greenery, were stark and black against the night sky. The life that the forest was usually teeming with was tucked away for the winter. The squirrels that liked to tap dance on my roof were in an acorn-induced food coma. Even the mice that I usually swatted away with my broom had sought shelter for the long, cold nights. It was just me, alone, in my cabin. I was making myself soup when Laura called. "Hello, dear!" I squealed into the phone. My daughter rarely call...
Weekly Contest #237
"Well. Here we are." I look around the hotel room. It's bigger than where we stayed during our honeymoon, five years before. The expansive windows display a glassy, picture-perfect sea. Dots of surfers, their boards coral-pink or sunshine-yellow, dart across the waves. Their happiness mocks me. "I'm going to shower," I mutter, unable to untangle myself from the dark cloud hanging over my head. Jack nods but doesn't say anything. This is a dance we've danced before: when I get upset or sad or angry, I tend to shut him out. Maybe it's why ou...
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