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Submitted to Contest #96
I. My mom stared out the windshield on the passenger side of her Pt Cruiser in frustration and a little bit of fear. We had shouted at each other sufficiently for that day of driving and spent the rest of the commute to volleyball two-a-days in silence. I pulled up to the curb out back of the gym and ran inside, leaving the driver door open for my mom. I held the door open behind me as my best friend since I moved to Little Elm ten years prior, a red head named Megan, performed the same maneuver from her mom’s truck. “How far are you?”...
Submitted to Contest #27
Wrinkled hands brushed the plastic pages of a leather bound photo album. A girl no older than fifteen in a ball gown, gloves and a tiara waved, proud and teary eyed, at the camera. “Blanco County Rodeo Queen 1965” was scrawled across a sash that hung diagonally on her smooth slender frame. Now, Peggy Donlyn was long out of the running for the highest honor in the county. She closed the album, picked up her cane and step by slow step started toward the front door. It was time to open the Fair and Rodeo once again. She was being honored in th...
Submitted to Contest #26
He let the silence envelope him. It was the kind of silence that made his ears ring, deafening. This must be what normal houses are like. Houses that aren't constantly filled with chatter, scales, riffs and old records. This is what a Sunday morning sounded like. Not like his Sundays growing up that were filled with his mother making pancakes and singing show tunes, harmonizing with his sister Ava, while dad slept in from managing the jazz club the night before. Sundays in this house were full of joyful noise. Every moment of silence was mer...
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