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Weekly Contest #343
“C’mon,” my husband said. My husband. The word felt foreign, like I’d borrowed it from my parents’ generation. We’d been married for three whole days, and here we were walking into the bowels of a cave as Orpheus ventured to save Eurydice. If I died in this cave, Mike had better jump in to save me. I stood at the entrance to the cave watching the nocturnal hellions swoop in and out of the mouth. The stalactites resembled fangs; I knew the bats were raring to sink theirs into my soft flesh. My feet stood rooted to ground, my onl...
Weekly Contest #319
“Oh!” he screamed. “This is all my fault! Right? It’s always my fault, isn’t it?” He was screaming so close to my face I could smell onions and garlic he had for lunch. But there was something else on his breath, too. Something both smoky and sweet. I knew I needed to tread carefully when he came home smelling like that. I had to placate him. “No, honey,” I soothed. “Remember, I’ve asked you just to shoot me a text if you’re going to be late, so I know if I need to pick Max up from doggy daycare and when to start dinner.” It did...
Weekly Contest #193
“A Mother’s Love” I woke up to the sound of rain pitter pattering on the window pain. My bed was warm and cozy; I burrowed deeper under the covers. For a moment I could almost- almost- forget the crushing grief, the suffocating feeling of loss in my chest. I felt a hand rubbing my back over the covers and could tell that the overhead light had been flipped on. “Rise and shine, sleepy head!” my mother-in-law, Sheila’s, voice rang in her sing-so...
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