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Submitted to Contest #316
1 For the past two months, I’ve been at an integrated rehabilitation facility that opened in Cincinnati last year. It’s huge, five stories tall, taking up almost an entire city block. Each floor focuses on a rehabilitation specialty: general physical therapy, stroke rehab, psychiatric, geriatric, and one other one I can’t recall. The fact that my niece, Rachel, lives and works as a registered nurse in Cincinnati was certainly one fortuitous aspect of this whole debacle. I appreciate these folks - both sets to be honest. The physical therap...
Submitted to Contest #315
1 At the beginning and end of each fall term, teachers at Northwest Community College convened for in-services and prep days before the students came back from break. Serena conducted teacher training sessions on using the new online portal to log student grades and track attendance. Last year, students began taking online exams, which was supposed to free up time for more teacher-student interaction. That’s not always how it went; for the digitally challenged, technology seemed to trip them up on the daily. They were Serena’s job security, ...
Submitted to Contest #314
CW: Themes of arson, stalking and sexual content.1 It was warm already, the first in a seven-day stretch with predicted highs over one hundred. Seth ran a hand through his hair and jogged down the stairs. He could hear his mother’s voice, flirtatious, lilting. She was cooking breakfast for his father who sat at the kitchen counter watching her. Passing behind his mother to grab a yogurt, Seth closed his eyes, inhaling her airy perfume. Lavender, she’d told him once. She was dressed in a crisp linen blouse and pleated skirt, hair soft and cur...
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