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Weekly Contest #352
On April 10, my sister Jennifer's birthday, she picked up Stevie's ashes from the funeral home in Albany and brought them to us. It was so emotional and heart-wrenching for all of us. The day was gray and dreary, filled with mist and tears.Jennifer did say that she could hear Stevie’s voice singing, " It’s your birthday, and you’ll cry if you want to. We all laughed despite everything because that is what Stevie would do if you knew him at all. He wouldn’t want us to be this sad, dammit.My whole family arrived, including my two older grandki...
Weekly Contest #234
I woke up this morning to the sounds of screaming kids and a blaring television set. Groaning, I looked at my alarm clock which said five minutes to seven. Why hadn’t the kids gotten up yet? I mused, noticing we had exactly 50 minutes to get out the door so I could be at work on time and get the kids to school. As I dashed into the bathroom to get ready, I wondered if the daily hassles of life were worthwhile. I had three kids to raise alone and a career and education to juggle all at the same time. I still remember that first year when ...
Weekly Contest #97
The Ghost Window By Mary L. Cryns 1,567 Words It was 1966 in San Francisco when the gang and I met on our front porch after school. This was my favorite time of day: school over, no parents around, and we could do anything we wanted for at least a couple of hours. Wisps of fog drifted in from the ocean as it did almost every day during the summer. My house was on Second Avenue, a street crowded with Victorians and old buildings. Second Avenue ended at Lincoln Way and Golden Gate Park. The triangle of grass, bushes, and trees of that p...
Weekly Contest #90
Under the Sweet Gum Tree. The sweet gum tree sits in the middle of our vast front yard in Eugene, Oregon. Its wide, immense trunk stretches up into branches that stretch out everywhere, sort of like an umbrella in the front yard enveloping anyone who sits underneath it or near it. A swing hangs from a branch, but I’ve only seen it used once. When the pandemic began over a year ago, the branches were still bare except for dozens of round things which reminded me of sticky pine cones. They’d fall down all over, and I never walked out there bar...
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