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Submitted to Contest #301
Salty Tears Mrs. Amelia Farraday’s cuisine was the talk of the town, or at least she often imagined it to be. She had of course been cooking and baking for tea parties since Mr. Higgins, the pink stuffed pig and Miss Antionette, the bear with the floral dress, had been her most polite and behaved guests twenty-four years ago. Now she was hosting people of importance and more class than she could even pretend to have, despite attending university for an English degree and collecting elegant tea cups. Tomorrow’s supper was approaching fas...
Submitted to Contest #300
The House of Mirrors “That Mr. Noel ain’t right in the head,” Dad told me as we sat among stacks of liquor store boxes, gnawing on our discount frozen dinners that tasted like meat flavored salt. I could complain, but it wasn’t going to do any good. First he had lost his job and then he had lost his wife. Well, she really lost herself in what the boxes around us had once contained, now they were packed of memorabilia from a time when my parents were maybe, actually, happy together. They must have convinced themselves that one was happi...
Submitted to Contest #299
I didn’t even realize I was depressed until I saw his bicycle wheels come to a halt outside my house. The dog was mid-poop and started going ballistic upon seeing his smiling face. It was cloudy and grey as it had been all week. Perhaps I had been feeling as bright as the weather. Him? The sun seemed to shine from his blond hair and smile. “Oh God, why are you here?” I didn’t even attempt to silence the dog as the man on the bike eagerly waved me towards him. “Great to see you too! Come on, let’s go for a ride!” He was just as excited...
Submitted to Contest #298
"Just five more minutes..." Bob Marley played out Three Little Birds on the phone's alarm as the sun rose outside Peela's window and the real birds started to greet the day. She thought, How nice it would be to just lay here and listen to how happily they chirp, in this warm lighting of this spring day... It wasn't but a few seconds and Peela had once again, overslept, even after a stern decision she had made before to get up before the birds, before the sun, and before Laal would have a word with her. Sleeping in was a regular bad habit th...
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