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Submitted to Contest #154
“We’re running out of time,” the voice in her head kept saying. She lay there, longing. If only he were here. If only they could engage in the youthful desires that bedeviled them, to enjoy the luscious fruit of their lust. Life soared on the wings of frivolity and tranquility as it always did when their passions intertwined. Of course, family matters had tied up his weekend in another state. Though this annoying association occurred without fail, she learned to accept his familial loyalties, albeit with a grain of irony. He was a good man. ...
Miss Prater enjoyed a long career. Fresh out of nursing school in her twenties, she began her employment at the Sunset Manor, now renamed Sunset Village. She insisted on keeping the moniker “Miss” well beyond when trendy first name references replaced gender titles. Her employees always knew the ropes so they could toe the line. They not only learned their daily duties and mandatory protocols but they knew to always error on the side of service. “These are precious human beings,” Miss Prater emphasized early in her career. “Always treat them...
Submitted to Contest #150
“Look,” Clive reiterated to his frazzled son and daughter-in-law, “he just needs a little discipline. All he ever does is play those video games. It’s no wonder he’s disobeying. He has no real-life structure. Let me take him to this conference this weekend and open his eyes a little. It can’t hurt. And it may turn his filthy attitude around.” Twelve-year-old Ramsey’s parents frowned, wobbled their weary heads, but finally, reluctantly, agreed to Clive’s offer. Ramsey, expectedly, refused the offer on principle. He didn’t believe in “some ...
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