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Submitted to Contest #317
It was a day like any other in the early summer. After lunch my father would sit in his large armchair by the window, open book in hand, my mother still busying herself in the kitchen. And I was bored. That was the day I first met Charlotte. My memory of that is so vivid it feels like I could re-visit it, if I closed my eyes long enough. I had fallen asleep on the living room couch one sunny afternoon and woken up in a small garden, between strawberry plants. The sun was still bright in the sky and I needed a moment for my eyes to adjust and...
Winner of Contest #310 🏆
“Intercultural Book Club. Join us! Every Sunday 6pm.”The poster hung alone on a blank wall in my dorm building. As someone who had just moved in and loved novels it seemed like an easy way to meet people. So that Sunday evening, I grabbed my current read and headed to the common room.A small group had already gathered, steaming cups of tea in hand despite the lingering summer heat.“Hi, I’m Louise. Is this the book club?”“Yes! Come in. Tea?”A girl with dark curls and round glasses smiled warmly. Without waiting for my answer, she handed me a ...
Submitted to Contest #309
It was probably the fact that we were on our second bottle of wine and we had been talking all day so when she asked me how he smelled like, I didn’t even think.“Like a sunset over the ocean. Right before the sun touches the water.”“What? What is that even supposed to mean?”“Oh I don’t know. Warm. Warm and sweet. Maybe with a fresh breeze to it. And he’s there. But he’ll always be out of reach.”“How poetic. You’re drunk.” I wasn’t that drunk. Was I?When the conversation moved on to other topics, I pushed the thought of him away. The music at...
Submitted to Contest #291
With squealing tires, the bus slowly came to a stop, its doors groaning open. Abby’s first steps after the long journey felt weak. Her shoes crunched in the snow as she looked around and slung her bag over her shoulder, her breath curling in the crisp December air.The familiar sight of her childhood town, a quiet corner of North Carolina, had hardly changed in the years she’d been away. Christmas lights flickered in the windows of the small brick houses, and a gentle dusting of snow clung to the evergreens lining the main street. “Home.” She...
Submitted to Contest #286
It was one of those cold, windy January days that made you want to stay inside and cuddle up with a good book and a hot cup of tea. But sometimes life just gets in the way of having a good time and you have to leave the house. It was also exactly one of those days that made sitting at my favorite cafe even cozier. The familiar ring of the bell at the door announced my arrival and I was greeted by the steamy air, thick with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and sugary snacks. The girl behind the coffee machine smiled at me and I instantly fe...
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