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Janet’s ears finally popped. She smiled at her husband; glad she could hear clearly again. Patting his knee, she leaned back to watch the scenery as he drove. A flashing montage of pine trees, rocks, and cliffs passed her by, revealing the ancient mountain they were traveling. As the elevation increased, the drive became smoother. She could feel her husband’s relief as the road straightened out. Passing another horse ranch, he winked at her and said, “Almost there, just a few more minutes.” True to his word, a little mountain town began ...
Submitted to Contest #88
Pamphlets and books were strewn around with coffee and half-eaten donuts on the table, a clear indicator that the meeting had begun. Everyone shifted their weight in the creaky church chairs, ready to listen the Newcomer’s share.Christoph paused when it was his turn, taking a second to clear his throat and make eye contact with as many people as he could.“Hi, my name is Christoph.”“Hi, Christoph, welcome,” the room murmured.“Thank you," he tilted his head up as he spoke thoughtfully.“My father used to drink every night until he couldn’t walk...
Submitted to Contest #58
Mack was used to being called a hypochondriac.As a boy, he begged his mother to take him to the doctor because a spider bite may have been a small tumor. Sitting on the doctor’s table with his pants down to his ankles, he distinctly remembered the doctor touching his knee with shockingly cold hands, his index finger poking at the red dot.“Do you know what it is?” Six-year-old Mack asked, his eyes wide with fear and too-much knowledge.“Yup,” the doctor replied, patting the boy on the knee and turning away.“Is it a tumor?” Mack whispered as he...
Submitted to Contest #52
The dress won’t fit. The. Dress. Won’t. FIT! Why on earth did I eat all of those macaroons twenty-four hours ago? I knew it was a mistake— I should have fasted before the wedding like every other normal woman in America instead of pre-celebrating the night before with my irresponsible friends like teenagers at a slumber party.I start to panic more as I pace the small dressing room, squeezing my stomach and inhaling as much air as I can. This can’t be happening. I look in the mirror at my panting face, my makeup starting to bead and smear on ...
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