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Submitted to Contest #317
The door slammed for the final time, and Brianna watched him get into the Uber, arms folded tightly over her chest, as if they could somehow protect her aching heart. The car had driven off before she allowed the first tears to fall. Her back slid down the wall until her buttocks found the safety of the polished kauri floor, where she was overcome by a paroxysm of weeping. “How did I miss the signs? Where did I go wrong?” The critical self-talk looped round and around in her exhausted mind. As her tears abated, she leaned her head back again...
Submitted to Contest #316
The Man Behind the Mask Michaela had only known him for six weeks, but she knew that she’d found her soulmate. The family wasn’t so sure. Dad didn’t like him at all, which was strange because he’s always been supportive of her relationships in the past. Even the fact that Matt was a decorated war hero didn’t impress him. Auntie Betty and Auntie Ruth had both tried to tell her that she should give it time, like maybe two years, before she married him. How old school was that? Clearly, they meant well, but their thinking was stuck somewhere in...
Submitted to Contest #315
Liz glanced at her watch for the umpteenth time. Would she make it before the birth?She turned back to gazing out the window, noting the snow on the Alps. She’d brought her trusty puffer jacket and had plenty of thermals at home. The thought of going home to the old farmhouse tugged at her heartstrings. It was old and needed work, but at least she owned it, and it was providing a home for her daughter and family. Sun glinted off the braided river, way down below. The Waimak, she thought, nearly there. Minutes later, the plane hit the tarmac ...
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