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Submitted to Contest #267
My hands tremble as I pick the cup off the counter causing small drops of hot chamomile tea to spill on my fingers. I know it’s hot because I can see the steam rising from the cup, but I can’t feel anything because five minutes ago, a ghost showed up at my front door. All these years, everyone assumed Zoe had died and I carried the burden of her possible demise on my shoulders, unable to ignore its heaviness no matter how hard I tried. Now she’s here - living and breathing, sitting on my couch. I wonder if Mrs. B...
Submitted to Contest #259
This story contains mature language and topics such as suicide and substance abuse. “Five…,” I whisper to myself. “The welcome mat. Mom’s Christmas reef. Mailbox. Uh…” I scan the perimeter. “A toolbox. Sophie’s tricycle.”I think this is stupid, but Sharon, the counselor from the rehab center, says sometimes it takes a while to get used to healthy coping mechanisms and that I should still try to use them whenever I’m feeling anxious.I take a deep breath and try to ignore my hands violently shaking at my sides.“Four…” I rub my swe...
Submitted to Contest #258
Manhattan, New YorkFriday, May 284:57 PM Hey. I know you probably don’t want to hear from me anymore, but I just wanted to see if you were okay. I’m sorry. Again. I promise you I wanted to come. It's just…well, it’s a lot. Maybe we could talk sometime. Then I could explain myself. I stare at the message for a while, trying to build up the courage to press send. As usual, my patience is in vain, and I prove to be just as cowardly as yesterday. With a sigh of defeat, I delete today’s variation of an apology and click on her ...
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