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Submitted to Contest #98
“Oma!” Julia’s pudgy little legs danced as her arms reached up to her grandmother. The old woman smiled brightly and picked up the toddler. “Oma Santa is coming soon! Daddy said he’s in the ocean right now.” Julia’s excitement filled the room with momentum. “Well, he won’t come unless you eat all your dinner and mind your manners. He will pass right by without a glance.” Uncle Oscar stood tall but the war left him with a cynical eye. “Nonsense my little one. Santa will come as long as we follow tradition.” Julia’s mother scooped her into he...
Submitted to Contest #93
It’s not easy going to a party being the socially awkward wallflower who has two left feet that flop like fish out of water when a girl asks to dance. It makes it even less appealing when you are a recently divorced man in his seventies. After a year of constant fighting over who gets what from the house and finances Jerrold was left with his 2010 Ford Focus and enough money to set himself up in a decent retirement community. Twenty hours of driving after cutting all ties to his former life Jerrold sat in his new furnished apartment and star...
Submitted to Contest #90
It’s interesting how one life can be the intersection of many. Bright eyed and full of life, children are untouched by the dark clouds of sorrow. This was true of young Patty until her fifteenth year. The darkness held her for many months with no light to be seen. Friends and family gathered and prayed beside the lake where her heart played. On that spot they planted her Willow. All the love she had poured into that little tree and as she grew so did the tree. The Willow reached towards the sun as it watched over the family that would contin...
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