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M M

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“I saw a streak of Blue in the sky today,” I say. Papa and Mama stiffen. They don’t say a word. I help myself to more potatoes and lower my eyes to the food in my bowl. From the corner of my eye, I see Papa’s hand tremble. He chews on some stew slowly, deep in thought. “Are you sure?” he asks finally. I hesitate. I set down my bowl and fold my hands under my chin. “Not entirely, no. I saw it during the thunderstorm this afternoon. The Blue was accompanied by lightning, and it was very brief. I could be mistaken.” “Was anyone with you?” Mama ...

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Fall

M M

Weekly Contest #101

I will start from the beginning because to understand the end, you must understand the beginning. It was on a swelteringly hot summer when I first met Arabella. She came through the door to the clinic, bringing with her a light breeze. She was dressed in black – black top, black jeans – a questionable choice of outfit for the dead of summer. She was attractive, but it was her eyes that caught my attention. Her eyes, those dark eyes of hers had a vacant and haunted look to them like she had lost all hope. It was later that I realized her ir...

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Mission 12235

M M

Weekly Contest #100

I watch the father and son duo sit in silence at the dining table. My presence seems to be infringing on their privacy, yet I have to be here. They are having a serving of roast pork, mashed potatoes and some wine. “These are your favorites, dad,” the son thinks. Judging by the state of kitchen, the son had a busy morning preparing this meal. Mr. Roderick looks at his plate, his eyes watering, thinking, “I hope it’s as nice as mine.”  The son dips his head, eating quietly. The kitchen feels too quiet without his father’s radio blari...

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