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Submitted to Contest #47
THE DARKNESS OF JUNE By KELLY SULLIVAN PEZZA When you looked out the window that summer morning six months ago, you should have seen the sun. That’s what was promised to you right? That’s what was predicted. But it was raining that day. It rained all morning and all afternoon and it was still raining when you drove to June’s house early that evening. Had you felt deceived yet? After all, you had planned to work in the garden that day. There was a tomato bed to weed and chives to cut and basil to be thinned out. But out of nowhere, black ...
Submitted to Contest #24
THE DARK PROMISETara opened her eyes to see the arrival of dawn. Pale, blue curtains billowed on the breeze passing through the open window beside the bed. Marcus was still asleep, and she turned her head slightly to watch the rise and fall of his tanned chest. Everything about him filled empty places within her that had never been filled before. It had taken so long to find him but, once she did, she realized she had never truly known what love was until now.Just a look from him was enough to put her heart in a state of rapture while his st...
Submitted to Contest #16
THE INHERITANCEThe thorny bushes had grown so thick it was almost impossible to make out the old footpath. John Christian carefully pushed the branches aside as he ambled down the quarter-mile into the woods where his family home stood. Memories came closer with each muddy step he took. He recalled how the doctor and the sheriff had been unable to get their autos down the path because, even way back then, it was only three or four feet wide. He remembered how they’d had to park alongside the main road and make this same trek on foot. He was ...
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