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Submitted to Contest #339
Clara had climbed the stool to the top shelf of her bakery more times than she could count. Today, each step felt heavier than the last as she made her way up the five rungs. At the top, she hesitated, her eyes fixed on the glass jar labeled:EMERGENCY SUGAR — DO NOT USEShe slightly nudged the jar into place, then stepped off the stool and reached for the bread flour instead, her husband’s faint voice lingering in her mind.You’ll know when.Clara stepped off the stool and stood still for a moment. The low hum of the oven filled the bakery, the...
Submitted to Contest #329
Daisy knew the moment she saw the coffin that forgiveness had come too late.Daisy remained still, her eyes fixed on the casket as she wiped away a tear. The lifeless figure before her confirmed it—hope had died long before her mother’s body turned cold. Her chest tightened as numbness crept through her limbs. Once, everything had felt whole—until that tragic day.The scent of roses pulled her back in time. Conversations around her softened and faded. She was again in a yellow polka-dot dress, sitting on the gray carpet of her mother’s flower ...
Submitted to Contest #303
“Mia Mills, please come forward.”A tall, slender woman in her early thirties, wearing a blue skirt suit, rose from her seat, clutching her purse. The only sound you could hear was the tapping of Mia’s heels as she confidently made her way to the witness stand, her chin held high, her walk steady. Before taking her seat, the courtroom clerk approached her.“Please raise your right hand.”Mia did as she was instructed.“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”Mia cleared her throat. “I do.”“You may be seated.”M...
Submitted to Contest #270
As the last light in the Cookie Café was switched off and the door locked, the utensils stirred, each anxious to begin the night's activities. “Psst,” whispered Spoon 1 from deep inside the drawer, “Spatula, is it safe to come out?” “All clear,” replied Spatula, hopping from the utensil holder and flicking on the kitchen light. Cautiously, the spoons, forks, and a pair of butter knives nudged the white wooden drawer until they all slipped out from the darkness. The kitchenware gathered around the marble center counter, preparing to take the ...
Submitted to Contest #268
Shaking her head, Lucy hung up the phone. Per her mother’s instructions, her older sister, Patty, had just summoned her and her son to visit her in the hospital. “It’s urgent,” her sister said.‘Urgent, my butt,’ Lucy said to herself, slamming the kettle on the stove. She walked to the cabinet and pulled out her favorite chipped blue mug. She dropped a tea bag in it and settled at the kitchen table, waiting for the kettle to boil.The phone rang again. Looking at it in disgust, she paused before answering.“What do you want, Patty? Lucy snapped...
Submitted to Contest #262
The sun glared down on Lexi with a mischievous grin. “You think you can outlast me?” he chuckled. “I am relentless and fierce.” He elevated his chest, intensifying his rays. “Feel that, Ms. Lexi,” he sneered. How long will you survive now?” Observing his work, he tilted back, smugly waiting to witness the outcome. Sweat beads trickled down Lexi's forehead as her moist palms tightened around her Lear Lox Pickleball paddle… “Dink.” The crowds were silent as she and her longtime ...
Submitted to Contest #261
Through the pristine glass of the kitchen sink window, Alexis spotted her elderly neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, teetering among the tangled vines and overgrown vegetation of his forgotten flower garden. It had been a month since he had patiently nursed her back to health. Though she thanked him, the words felt like a mere chuckle compared to her depth of gratitude. “What do you need, my old friend?” she pondered as she placed the final cooking pot on the white drainboard. Suddenly, Mr. Jenkens collapsed to the ground. Without hesitation, Alex...
Submitted to Contest #258
Tortured by another sleepless night, SSG Amira Cook found herself in her tiny kitchen, reaching for her usual sleep remedy…a glass of red wine. There was a time when the city's nightly bustle comforted her; however, since returning from Afghanistan, the clamoring of the metropolis has only heightened her anxiety. “The red wine probably won’t help tonight,” she said as she glanced down at her calico cat, Shiloh. “I wish it was me that died.” Sighing, Amira sipped her wine as she apathetically strode to the living room, but a sudden cras...
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