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Submitted to Contest #149
“I want… to see my daughter…” The woman rasped her words slowly, but with distress. Her time was nearly up. That was alright. Aviva had gotten all she needed. The woman was a florist. She had loved gardening ever since she was little. Her favorite flower was a chrysanthemum. She had been 89 when she died eleven years ago. “I want to see…my daughter...” She --Dalia was her name-- spoke with tired urgency. Her lucidity was wavering. She was repeating her words, unable to form new thoughts. It was time to let her rest. Aviva had her han...
Submitted to Contest #40
“Well, that’s the last of it.” My mom said. We had finished cleaning out my closet and packing up my clothes for college. “Oh-wait a minute...you’ve got a pair of shoes left.” My mom reached into the back corner of my closet. I peered over her shoulder. It was my old chucks, caked in mud and dirt. “Oh man, those are from like a million years ago!” I said. “Aren’t these the shoes you were supposed to get rid of?” my mom said accusingly. I thought back to when I got the mud all over them. It was the end of summer before 8th grade. My friends ...
Submitted to Contest #11
I walked slowly up the pathway to the front of the house. It had been so many years since someone had been here, and even longer since I had. The once quaint bushes that used to grow on either side of the path that had used to only gently spill over onto the concrete now grew with nothing to hold it back, leaving very little room for walking. I ran my hand along the rusty railing barely hanging on to the three steps that led up to the front door. My hand clanged on the metal, making a dull clink...clink...clink noise, and it wobbled with ea...
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