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Kim Walker

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Weekly Contest #348

313: I screamed my way into the world at 3:13 a.m. on March 13, 2001. My brother knew the trouble he was going to cause our mom for the rest of his life, so he let her rest and finally came out at 3:13 p.m. Fraternal twins born twelve hours apart. However, we’re still going to have fun with everyone who can’t tell us apart.I will tell you the way to tell us apart, the eyes, I have ice blue, and my brother has green. Other than that, we are mirrored images of each other. We even both weighed 6lbs. 5oz. at birth.They quickly learned that we co...

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A Teachable Moment

Weekly Contest #342

CW: Grief A Teachable Moment Yes, I’ve been seeing him in the sandwich shop on the corner for months. The Everything Bagel with Chicken Salad is the sandwich we fall back on. We’ve exchanged pleasantries and lingering gazes, with the vague excuse: " Oh, I’m sorry, I was thinking about something I forgot to do at work. When he wasn’t looking, I admit I let myself dream, fantasize, and even say "hmmm." Should I or not? You know that mystery is tantalizing. Will it be as good as you hope? He’s definitely my type: tall, dark, and breathing.Okay,...

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Allergic to Coffee

Weekly Contest #339

I’ve worked in coffee shops and in several restaurants where everyone was enjoying a cup of Swiss Mountain blend, or Mocha Java, or any of the fifty million other named coffees. So, was it the inhalation for up to twelve hours a day for ten years the culprit, or was it just a fluke? I just know I’ve never liked the taste of black coffee and according to my father, a crazy landlord who didn’t use sugar for sweetness; but a cube of sharp cheddar, and the many coffee drinkers I know, you’re not a coffee lover until you can drink a cup with noth...

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Just Like Yesterday

Weekly Contest #337

Just like Yesterday!Has there ever been someone that you never got over? No matter how much time has separated you, the next time is like the first. He was my first love, my first real kiss, my first slow dance, my first everything. Someone, somewhere, once wrote in a book, “You will meet the love of your life at your worst, and they won’t notice anything but you.” That had to be true on that sweltering Thursday afternoon because not only was I exhausted from track practice, frustrated by Coach Lee for asking me to run the first leg of the 4...

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Her Magic Sphere

Her Magic SphereHer eight-ball’s sight was eerily on point. You could believe her predictions, and many made money from them. They ruled her life and were worth more than all the money in the world to her!The Native Informer reported on the first Friday, the 13th of the year. She’s looking for a thief—someone has stolen her heart! The wedding is on the second Friday, the 13th of the year, December 13th. This is the full-page ad running for Dominica Light Flitter-Moth Hummingbird.I know this because I took the payment. Her mystic tone rattled...

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Follow the Money

Weekly Contest #165

Follow the Money In any instances of corruption and murder of a prominent family, they say to “follow the money.” I was just a green gumshoe in 1964 when the Morales family was discovered by the housekeeper that Monday morning before Christmas. The whole town was sinking under the heavy rain. The drainpipes can’t keep the water from coming in my back door. My family says every time there’s trouble at home I run off to work. Not planned, but that’s the nature of murder!The Morales family was four generations of medical practitioners. Great Gr...

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I Didn't Realize

Weekly Contest #164

I didn’t ask the question, where am I from?... but once. Until she was gone! The look on her face didn’t say: I don’t know. It said have I not done a good job? Barbara was the oldest of twelve children. So, caring for others was expected and necessary.Growing up in the thirties, her parents worked for the local market owner. My grandmother Rainey, my mom’s mother worked as a maid in the Pair’s house. As a child, I remember mom telling the story of her birth on the floor of that store. She would say that grandma had to pay for the loss i...

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Plane Ride 101

Weekly Contest #163

How can I convince my friend, that she will be alright; when I too am terrified of flying? Our foolish husbands jump on and off flights like it is second nature. If I had a dollar for every time I heard “tis safer up there than driving on 295!”. Maybe but, I saw a plane crash in a field on 9/11/01. I quiver, when I think of the first-time flyers on that flight. Although I was just driving up the road towards the crash site, when the aircraft narrowly missed my roof. I immediately dialed 911. The line was busy for over three hours. I tried ev...

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Death Wish

Weekly Contest #162

You may not believe me but I couldn’t lie about something this serious. Even on her death bed, nana as all the other grandchildren calls her, still doesn’t want anyone else in her kitchen. So, she begs me to come over at lunch time to fix her favorite lunch. When the phone rings at 11a.m. I know it’s going to be grandma complaining about whoever is sitting with her that day. No matter what I am doing or where I am. There’s nothing to do but agree to go over and make a grilled cheese and soup. I try to just say yes before she starts her whimp...

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Chasing Love

I found out that I was adopted by a mean kid on the school bus when I was 10, because his momma was mad at my mother who was the bus driver. He had been moved to the front seat for fighting. Linda, his mom tried to appeal to no avail when he boarded and the last thing she said as the door closed was “Son you know what you have to do?”. As the bus pulled away he gritted and yelled “that’s why you’re adopted, she ain’t your momma, she ain’t your momma”, over and over getting the other kids to join in. Although, my mother explained I was so lov...

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