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Submitted to Contest #238
I can’t say it… that was all I could think. Not now. Not here. Wrong time. Still, she was hanging on the other line of our dial-up phone and all that was between us was static. I couldn’t even hear her breathing. Just static. “I’m being called for dinner” was all I could muster, before the usual awkward and off-kilter goodbye between us. The spaghetti was still on the boil, the table hadn’t even been set yet, but my tone was kind, and we would see each other in school anyway tomorrow. This was what it had come to. After years of t...
Dusk settled over the valley, after a long and sticky afternoon. It was the firefly season and that time when the humidity of the afternoon can feel unbearable. Dinner was being prepared, after a bounty of heirloom tomatoes had been harvested in the nearby vegetable sanctuary. Watermelons had been served for tea break in-between the hottest working hours of the afternoon, and the lake had been a welcome respite for sweaty, muddy bodies when the working day had ended. Josh made his way from the lake to the terracotta house on the ed...
Submitted to Contest #237
Glistening on the lake, the sun sparkled as I gazed out towards the mountains. Nearby, the sounds from the kitchen could be heard as Paola prepared us her famous vegan breakfast. It was times like these where everything just felt right with the world. A new day, sparkling and fresh which held promises of summer fruits and hours of poolside lounging. Back home upstate in NY, I knew my friends were in the midst of a snowstorm and the sweet summer smell for them would feel as a distant dream. This was our family tradition of l...
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