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Submitted to Contest #142
“Hello? Horry County Library, may I help you?” “Reference Desk, please.” “Reference, may I help you?” “I need a contact to report Elder abuse. Do you have a reference for that?” “I’m sure we do. If you would give me your name and number, I will call you as soon as I l...
Submitted to Contest #18
The annual Cross Christmas Choral and Parade was ready to start; and, all available police officers, sheriff’s deputies, and State Investigative Bureau detectives were working the route. For the last few weeks, a pickpocket had plagued our county. Not your normal, run-of-the-mill pickpocket; this one defied capture. Not one victim could recall having seen, felt, or heard anything. LEOs worked all the seasonal events-craft fairs, regattas, tree lightings, Black Fr...
Submitted to Contest #2
You hear the word “survivor” a lot these days. Someone survived cancer. Someone survived a heart attack. Someone survived a stroke. I do not like the word. When I hear that someone “survived”, I think of a car crash, or a plane crash. When my life crashed, survival was the last thing on my mind. When I hear that someone “survived” abuse, I think of a broken person, struggling to face...
Submitted to Contest #1
My seven-year-old son, Travis, insisted on a party to celebrate turning eight. That did not sound like too difficult a request to grant. Being a mother kills all common sense brain cells. I doomed the party from the moment I said, “Yes.” At least I had enough sense left to limit the party to ten children. That is when the first fight started. Travis insisted that I had to invite all of hi...
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