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Weekly Contest #369
The email said: Meg. Please come home. Aunt Bert. Meg knew her aunt was going to die soon. She knew her mother would leave it up to her to arrange a service or reception for the few people who might show up to pay their last respects to Aunt Bert. She did not know that she was going to inherit Kit. Aunt Bert, now eighty-one, was a tough woman with a tendency to yell and scare off any potential visitors, neighbors, or townspeople who had the nerve to approach her for any reason. Grumpy Ol’ Bert, as the people of Jefferson City, Misouri, calle...
Weekly Contest #368
I became a Darling after my human death. I was only thirty-three years old and in my prime human form when death came knocking for me. Nearly immediately, I became a Darling. A magical Darling. Darlings are magical beings manifested when a person dies with an unresolved enigma weighing on their spirit. I know this because when I woke from my earthly death, I was resting on a book called The Darling and Me: A Novel by Lesa King. I have read the book several times to those I love. As legend has it, these magical beings can...
Weekly Contest #367
I thought she was a friend. We bonded immediately on our first encounter. I had just started getting involved with a local fellowship group who met periodically for a variety of events. It was shortly after my husband had passed, and I was glad to meet a new friend who was artistic, witty, and grieving, like me. Her mother had recently died, and I felt she understood loss, and the importance of moving forward after heartache. Just the friend I needed, I thought. The day we met, we hit it off. The group outing was a small-town festival, and w...
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