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Weekly Contest #352
When Dr. Mary Winter looked around the labor suite and asked her next question, I knew my day had just taken a turn for the worse. “Where’s your husband?” “He’s not here. He met his brother for dinner,” I muttered. She shook her head. Same, sis, I thought. Same. “Your blood pressure is climbing and the baby is showing signs of distress. We will be performing an emergency Caesarian section.” My heart jumped in my chest and raced. “What do you mean? Everything has been going so smoothly. Is a c-section really necessary?” Dr. Winter smiled sym...
Weekly Contest #349
Today is April 31. Or maybe May 1? I don’t remember. My boyfriend broke my phone on the cruise ship, and this cell in the guardhouse doesn’t have a calendar. I don’t know what happened. I mean, I know what happened, but not how it was possible. It was just a stupid port of call tour. How could it end like this?It started five days ago when a tour boat collected us from our cruise ship, the Song of Atlantis, anchored off the coast of Belize City. It wasn’t the cruise line’s sanctioned excursion of the Mayan ruins. That one went to Altun Ha, a...
Weekly Contest #347
Rebecca knew better. She really did. She learned long ago to stay in her lane. Do your job well, but not too well. Never volunteer to do more. Don’t let your hormones lie to you about a man. Just one instance of doing more than expected would only raise the same expectations.In high school, she worked at the Burger Palace as a cashier. Young and enthusiastic, she would volunteer to cover for others and to do some jobs no one else wanted to, like cleaning the bathrooms. Before long, she was assigned bathroom duty every time and was blasted wh...
Warning: This story contains references to domestic abuse (physical, sexual, and financial).John was a good father. The kids loved him. They went to the park together, played catch together, and even played video games together. Each time he accidentally bumped Olivia into a corner, knocked her out of bed, or harangued her for sex until she finally gave in only to leave her bleeding and in tears while he whistled in the shower, she reminded herself that leaving would take a loving father from her children. She could not make her children suf...
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