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Submitted to Contest #226
4:29pm: “Will you set these on the table?” Mrs. Rosenthal handed her daughter, Maya, eight folded napkins. Mrs. Rosenthal suffered from severe OCD, so she was a perfectionist. She had spent over thirty minutes in Home Goods yesterday morning holding up different napkins with different napkin rings to see which matched better. “The cream may be too harsh against the dark wood table,” she thought, “perhaps I’ll get a tablecloth as well.” “If I get a deep autumnal red tablecloth, then the gold napkin rings would work better,” she continu...
Submitted to Contest #188
Today was the day Ruby had been anticipating for the past 364 days, Ruby’s Bat Mitzvah. Ruby turned thirteen four days ago, but today was her party. Of course, she was excited, I mean her entire class was coming, including Lucas. Lucas was Ruby’s crush, and at this point in her life, he was the most important person. Anything Ruby did, she asked herself, Would Lucas think I was weird if I did this? Or ugly? Or stupid? Everything had to be perfect. Not only for Lucas, but for Papa. Ruby and her ‘Papa’ have been rehearsing her speech ...
Submitted to Contest #187
Gertrude just can’t say no. So when the homeless man outside Joe’s Coffee Shop asked Gertrude for some cash for food, she found herself agreeing before even checking to see if she had cash on her. As luck would not have it, Gertie in fact didn't have any cash. That’s how she ended up in front of the rusted ATM machine, across the street from Joe’s, behind the hookah lounge. The ATM was conveniently nestled between two dumpsters. Above Gertie the sun was hidden in the clouds, wind whipped her short blonde hair, as she struggled to ge...
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